Chapter 7: House or Home?

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**NOTE: At the right is the song Chris preformed for the assignment.**

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Chapter 7: House or Home?

I walked in early for my music class.

“Chris?” Asked Mrs. Dally, the music teacher.

“Yeah?”

“I heard what happened in the cafeteria...”

“I’m fine.” I interrupted her quietly.

“Are you sure?”

“Not really...” I took a long pause.

“...I have a feeling I should stay at Ian’s place tonight.” I continued.

“Your father?” Mrs. Dally questioned.

“Mhmm.” I hummed.

“Call child services or the police. You shouldn’t have to be in fear when you’re home.”

“My ‘home’ can’t even be called a home.”

“Music speaks louder than words.” Mrs. Dally reminded me.

Music speaks louder than words... those are pretty wise words.

“Thanks.”

At that moment, I sat down at my desk and took out a lined sheet of paper. I had to write a song. Lyrics flowed into my head so easily, like somebody was telling me what to think, telling me what to write, telling me what to feel.

About 2 minutes passed, and the bell rand which signalled students that they should be in class. I had already finished writing the lyrics to the song. Personal songs always seemed to get me fired up.

“Chris!” I heard 4 voices call.

I looked over to see Christina, Natalie, Nicole, and Tiffany running over.

They all came over to me and gave me a giant group hug. These girls were my best friends. As you could tell, I had a lot of friends. I wasn’t popular, but I had plenty of social connections. Christina, Nicole, Natalie, and Tiffany were also in a girl band called Flirtacious.

“Hey, my babies.” I greeted.

“Everyone take your seats!” said Mrs. Dally.

Everyone got to their seats. Ian, Ryan, and David walked in right then. As they sat down I had finished writing the chords and beat for the song. Ian walked by and I stuck the paper in the fold on my palm and pretended to high-five him so he would get the paper.

“How ‘bout this one for the presentation instead?” I whispered.

“Alright, bro.” He smiled.

Ian sat down at the desk behind me.

“It’s time to present your music assignments. Who wants to volunteer to go first?” Mrs. Dally asked.

Nobody raised their hands.

“Okay then, I’ll pick randomly if nobody has the balls to go up.”

The classes oh’d and awe’d by the fact that Mrs. Dally said ‘balls’.

“Mrs, Dally? I have balls.” I said, volunteering Ian, David, Ryan, and I to present first.

“Great, come up and give me a copy of the lyrics.” Demanded Mrs. Dally.

“But Mrs, we only have one copy.” Said Ian.

“Don’t worry bro; I know them off by heart.” I told Ian.

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⏰ Last updated: May 12, 2012 ⏰

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