A Cindy Story

Chapter 4

Math. The worst class of the day. It's the worst class because it's Trig. Trig is the worst. It's also eighth period so the day is over!. Which means time to go do all of the triplets homework, clean the house top to bottom, make dinner and find time for my homework. School is almost as bad as being at home. I walk into math and sit in the middle of the room. The class is fairly big so the seats fill up quickly. The bell rings and the only seat not occupied is the one behind me. The teacher starts going on about how important this class is and how we need to take a baseline test. He starts to hand out the tests right as the door opens and in walks CHRIS! He quickly apologizes to the teacher, scans the room and hurries over to the empty desk behind me! My heart is beating so fast, but I keep my cool. I remind myself that he doesn't even know who I am. The tests are all distributed and I start to dive into the unknown and confusing world that is Trig. Five minutes into the test, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I slowly turn around to face Chris and I'm ready to burst.
"Hey," he whispers, "You don't have a pencil I could borrow, do you?" At this point I am all the way up on cloud nine.
"Surre" I stutter. I grab a pencil from my backpack and extend it towards him. He grabs one end of the pencil and my mind shuts down. I know I should let go, thats the normal thing to do, but my hand is just grasping the pencil. My eyes are locked on his causing him to become uncomfortable and pull harder on the pencil. I finally let go of the pencil sending him flying back in his chair. I turned around quickly, but the teacher looks up from his work, "Chris, please try and take this seriously. Thank you."
I probably had a little bit of a chance of passing that test, but the next forty minutes just consisted of me doodling hearts all over the back of it.
He talked to me.