It seems like everything is looking up, Sonali and I are going to start designing our own clothes for school, I have homeroom with Callie, Prudence and Charity are in my Science class, and I have Art with Matt.
All I need to ask is why.
Why me? Why now? Why is everything so perfect all at once. I know it's kind of impossible for everything to be perfect at once - but it is. Which means that nothing is really impossible. I have defied the odds and here I am, happy as a clam.
Julie and Julia are a perfect example of how nothing is impossible. Two twins who look exactly alike, but they are so different. So different, yet so alike at the same time. I really wish I had a twin, but I guess that makes me unique.
I guess....
I'm sorry for my pointless rambling - it's just I'm really happy and I wanted to share some of my happiness with some of you lovely people.
Love, Chrissa
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
C is for Chrissa
I had two choices.
The first was to sit here in my room and play Angry Birds on my iPod like I had been all Summer.
The second was to face up to the facts and go to Matt's house and apologize.
And since I have a conscience, I chose going to the Riden residence.
I walked slowly up their driveway. With every step I took, another caterpillar underwent metamorphosis and turned into a butterfly in my stomach.
When I got to their door, I stared at the light brown wooden door, then - without realizing it - I knocked.
"Oh no.." I whispered, grabbing my hand.
Before I could run away, a smiling woman was hugging me and exclaiming “CHRISSA MAXWELL? OH, IT’S BEEN SO LONG!”
I was hugging her back and smiling too – Mrs. Riden has one of those contagious smiles.
“It has been, Mrs. Riden.” I giggled.
”Are you here to see Matt?” She asked, raising and eyebrow.
I nodded.
“Oh, well his room is the second door on the left.” She tilted her head in the direction of a hallway and I was on my way.
My feet took me to a door with some blue tack on it. I toyed with it nervously, then the door opened suddenly.
“Chrissa? Oh gosh, your eye…” He trailed off, noticing my black eye. I really hope his mother hadn’t noticed it too.
“Can we talk?” I asked, ignoring his statement.
“Like old times?” He asked.
“Like old times.” I confirmed.
He went and sat on his bed and patted the spot next to him, which I took.
“What happened with us?” I asked.
“Well, on New Year’s Eve, I thought I had it all figured out. I was going to tell you how I feel, you were going to feel the same way, then we were going to run out in the snow and kiss like they do in those sappy romantic movies that my mom watches. I told you, and you felt the same way. I was so excited. Then, we didn’t talk about it for weeks. You tried to bring it up, but I didn’t want to talk about it. I was scared. I told you because I had – what I will now call – ‘New Year’s Courage.’ Then, when you did ask, I blew up. I was so confused, and I had a feeling in my heart that you would never feel the same way.” He trailed off. I nodded, which told him that I was listening and then I gave him the okay to go on.
“Then, on Valentine’s Day, I was excited because I took it as another chance at happiness with you. I didn’t tell you in person, but that didn’t make it any less true. Then, I made the same mistake of not talking it out with you until it probably was a bad time.” He sighed.
“What about Beth?” I asked, remembering his one time fling with Beth Landers.
“We were Science partners. We were hanging out, and then I went to talk to you and she followed me, and you looked so happy without me. So I told you that she was my girlfriend, when she really wasn’t. I got a C on the project we were partners on, but I don’t mind. A C is actually really good. A C is the third letter in the alphabet, and I would really like a third chance at your heart. Also, C stands for Chrissa.” He smiled a little at the end. I smiled too.
“You’re not going to make a joke of this?” I asked. Almost immediately, he shook his head.
”I’m not dreaming?” I asked.
“If you were dreaming would you feel this?” He asked, then kissed me softly.
I pulled back and blushed.
”So, I guess Mattrissa’s on then?”
“What in the name is that?” He chuckled.
“Our couple name.” I giggled.
“Yeah, Mattrissa’s on.” He kissed my cheek and we laughed.
**--Chrissa
The first was to sit here in my room and play Angry Birds on my iPod like I had been all Summer.
The second was to face up to the facts and go to Matt's house and apologize.
And since I have a conscience, I chose going to the Riden residence.
I walked slowly up their driveway. With every step I took, another caterpillar underwent metamorphosis and turned into a butterfly in my stomach.
When I got to their door, I stared at the light brown wooden door, then - without realizing it - I knocked.
"Oh no.." I whispered, grabbing my hand.
Before I could run away, a smiling woman was hugging me and exclaiming “CHRISSA MAXWELL? OH, IT’S BEEN SO LONG!”
I was hugging her back and smiling too – Mrs. Riden has one of those contagious smiles.
“It has been, Mrs. Riden.” I giggled.
”Are you here to see Matt?” She asked, raising and eyebrow.
I nodded.
“Oh, well his room is the second door on the left.” She tilted her head in the direction of a hallway and I was on my way.
My feet took me to a door with some blue tack on it. I toyed with it nervously, then the door opened suddenly.
“Chrissa? Oh gosh, your eye…” He trailed off, noticing my black eye. I really hope his mother hadn’t noticed it too.
“Can we talk?” I asked, ignoring his statement.
“Like old times?” He asked.
“Like old times.” I confirmed.
He went and sat on his bed and patted the spot next to him, which I took.
“What happened with us?” I asked.
“Well, on New Year’s Eve, I thought I had it all figured out. I was going to tell you how I feel, you were going to feel the same way, then we were going to run out in the snow and kiss like they do in those sappy romantic movies that my mom watches. I told you, and you felt the same way. I was so excited. Then, we didn’t talk about it for weeks. You tried to bring it up, but I didn’t want to talk about it. I was scared. I told you because I had – what I will now call – ‘New Year’s Courage.’ Then, when you did ask, I blew up. I was so confused, and I had a feeling in my heart that you would never feel the same way.” He trailed off. I nodded, which told him that I was listening and then I gave him the okay to go on.
“Then, on Valentine’s Day, I was excited because I took it as another chance at happiness with you. I didn’t tell you in person, but that didn’t make it any less true. Then, I made the same mistake of not talking it out with you until it probably was a bad time.” He sighed.
“What about Beth?” I asked, remembering his one time fling with Beth Landers.
“We were Science partners. We were hanging out, and then I went to talk to you and she followed me, and you looked so happy without me. So I told you that she was my girlfriend, when she really wasn’t. I got a C on the project we were partners on, but I don’t mind. A C is actually really good. A C is the third letter in the alphabet, and I would really like a third chance at your heart. Also, C stands for Chrissa.” He smiled a little at the end. I smiled too.
“You’re not going to make a joke of this?” I asked. Almost immediately, he shook his head.
”I’m not dreaming?” I asked.
“If you were dreaming would you feel this?” He asked, then kissed me softly.
I pulled back and blushed.
”So, I guess Mattrissa’s on then?”
“What in the name is that?” He chuckled.
“Our couple name.” I giggled.
“Yeah, Mattrissa’s on.” He kissed my cheek and we laughed.
**--Chrissa
Friday, August 19, 2011
You Were Never There At All
Click, clack, click, clack.
I could hear Becca pacing in her room which was, to my misfortune, right above mine. I grabbed a broom and hit the ceiling a few times; this happened every day.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT CHRISSA?" I could hear her yell.
"SOME PEACE AND QUIET, THANK YOU VERY MUCH." I yelled back. I was so annoyed I couldn't see straight.
The clicking and clacking stopped for about 5 minutes, then started again. I fell back on my bed. Rebecca Rubin was impossible to live with.
I heard a soft knock on my door and got up to go answer it, but right as I was reaching my hand to the knob the door came and hit me in the face.
"OW!" I called out before I could help it and my hand flew to my eye.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry." An all too familiar voice with an English accent apologized.
My eyes widened, and I looked up to see Matthew Riden, in the flesh, looking down at me with sad eyes.
"Matt?" I was awestruck. After a good 4 months of no talking, he just waltzes back into my life? God is surely mocking me. I know it.
"Hello Maxie - I mean - Chrissa." He greeted. I couldn't decide on whether to hit him, kick him, hug him, or kiss him. I should have done all four, but I just waved awkwardly with my free hand.
"I'm really sorry about your eye." He apologized once more.
"Don't worry about it, it's not the biggest issue on the table right now.." I trailed off.
"Then what is?" He raised an eyebrow.
"The fact that you think you can leave my life right after you tell me that you love me, then come back right when I realize that you never did." I wanted to raise my voice, I wanted to scream, I wanted to kick and punch and slap; but all I did was stand there and tremble.
"Chrissa, I can explain.." He started, but I cut him off.
"Explain what? How you lead me on? How you broke my heart? How you acted like I was your best friend when I'm pretty sure I meant NOTHING to you? You've basically done all of the explaining that had to be done these past 4 months." I sent him a cold look then pushed him out into the hallway.
"Chrissa, please." He pleaded.
"Goodbye, Matt. Thanks for never really being there at all." I slammed the door in his face, then sat on my bed and cried silently.
{{Chrissa}}
I could hear Becca pacing in her room which was, to my misfortune, right above mine. I grabbed a broom and hit the ceiling a few times; this happened every day.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT CHRISSA?" I could hear her yell.
"SOME PEACE AND QUIET, THANK YOU VERY MUCH." I yelled back. I was so annoyed I couldn't see straight.
The clicking and clacking stopped for about 5 minutes, then started again. I fell back on my bed. Rebecca Rubin was impossible to live with.
I heard a soft knock on my door and got up to go answer it, but right as I was reaching my hand to the knob the door came and hit me in the face.
"OW!" I called out before I could help it and my hand flew to my eye.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry." An all too familiar voice with an English accent apologized.
My eyes widened, and I looked up to see Matthew Riden, in the flesh, looking down at me with sad eyes.
"Matt?" I was awestruck. After a good 4 months of no talking, he just waltzes back into my life? God is surely mocking me. I know it.
"Hello Maxie - I mean - Chrissa." He greeted. I couldn't decide on whether to hit him, kick him, hug him, or kiss him. I should have done all four, but I just waved awkwardly with my free hand.
"I'm really sorry about your eye." He apologized once more.
"Don't worry about it, it's not the biggest issue on the table right now.." I trailed off.
"Then what is?" He raised an eyebrow.
"The fact that you think you can leave my life right after you tell me that you love me, then come back right when I realize that you never did." I wanted to raise my voice, I wanted to scream, I wanted to kick and punch and slap; but all I did was stand there and tremble.
"Chrissa, I can explain.." He started, but I cut him off.
"Explain what? How you lead me on? How you broke my heart? How you acted like I was your best friend when I'm pretty sure I meant NOTHING to you? You've basically done all of the explaining that had to be done these past 4 months." I sent him a cold look then pushed him out into the hallway.
"Chrissa, please." He pleaded.
"Goodbye, Matt. Thanks for never really being there at all." I slammed the door in his face, then sat on my bed and cried silently.
{{Chrissa}}
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Remember Me?
Chrissa? Chrissa Maxwell? The girl with forty-thousand sisters? The girl with blue eyes and brown hair? The girl whose blog you might have read? The girl whose blog stopped suddenly?
Well, that's me. I know it's been a while - well - more like four months, sorry! I'm back though, back and better than ever? Well, I hope. So, yes. This blog is back in action. Even though my sisters' blogs (Remember Pru and Julia?) their blogs are dead, but hey, maybe they'll want to pick up a laptop and start writing again like me!
It's crazy how far this blog has come, with 60 posts and 47 followers. It's also crazy to look back and realize just how much I have changed. I used to be a girl who would let people walk all over her, but now, I am getting a little better at voicing my opinion. I used to only have 3 sisters, but now I have 12! It's insane. Borderline insanity.
Oh, and, Mel wants me to say that her name really isn't Melanie - that was a cyber name - her real name is Halle (and she'll be referred to on this blog as Halle too.)
So, I guess I should help you all get caught up, huh?
Well, let's see, where were we when I left...
OH NOW I REMEMBER!
Sonny, Kenna, and Mikayla.
Well, being re-united with my best friend was bittersweet. Yeah, that's an accurate word; Bittersweet.
It was sweet to see her, she has grown up so much (and so have I) and it was great to see her again. We went everywhere together. I told her all about Matt, (Hey, remember him?) and she told me about all about the factory.
It was bitter because I knew that she couldn't stay with me forever, but we write to each other every day.
Now, about Matt...
He's a mystery. A. Big. English. Mystery.
We're still best friends, but we never speak of the Valentine's Day incident, and whenever I try to bring it up, he always brings up something else. It's basically the most annoying thing in the world.
My sisters? They're great. Loud, but great.
How are Rebecca, Julie, and Liz doing?
Well, you'll have to check out Rebecca's blog for her whole story, but Elizabeth and Julie are just fine.
Well, now that all of that is done and you are all (hopefully) caught up, let's get this blog back on track and this blogger back to bloggin'!
{{Chrissa}}
Well, that's me. I know it's been a while - well - more like four months, sorry! I'm back though, back and better than ever? Well, I hope. So, yes. This blog is back in action. Even though my sisters' blogs (Remember Pru and Julia?) their blogs are dead, but hey, maybe they'll want to pick up a laptop and start writing again like me!
It's crazy how far this blog has come, with 60 posts and 47 followers. It's also crazy to look back and realize just how much I have changed. I used to be a girl who would let people walk all over her, but now, I am getting a little better at voicing my opinion. I used to only have 3 sisters, but now I have 12! It's insane. Borderline insanity.
Oh, and, Mel wants me to say that her name really isn't Melanie - that was a cyber name - her real name is Halle (and she'll be referred to on this blog as Halle too.)
So, I guess I should help you all get caught up, huh?
Well, let's see, where were we when I left...
OH NOW I REMEMBER!
Sonny, Kenna, and Mikayla.
Well, being re-united with my best friend was bittersweet. Yeah, that's an accurate word; Bittersweet.
It was sweet to see her, she has grown up so much (and so have I) and it was great to see her again. We went everywhere together. I told her all about Matt, (Hey, remember him?) and she told me about all about the factory.
It was bitter because I knew that she couldn't stay with me forever, but we write to each other every day.
Now, about Matt...
He's a mystery. A. Big. English. Mystery.
We're still best friends, but we never speak of the Valentine's Day incident, and whenever I try to bring it up, he always brings up something else. It's basically the most annoying thing in the world.
My sisters? They're great. Loud, but great.
How are Rebecca, Julie, and Liz doing?
Well, you'll have to check out Rebecca's blog for her whole story, but Elizabeth and Julie are just fine.
Well, now that all of that is done and you are all (hopefully) caught up, let's get this blog back on track and this blogger back to bloggin'!
{{Chrissa}}
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Reuniting
"So let me get this straight, you two are here with someone you can't tell me about because of what?" I asked, I was so confused.
Sonny and Kenna were sitting on the couch in the living room and I was sitting on a chair.
"We can't tell you, okay? Gosh, she was right when she said you asked a lot of questions." Sonny muttered and Kenna elbowed her in the stomach.
I raised an eyebrow.
"So it's a she, is it?" I asked coyly.
"I never said it was or wasn't." Sonny crossed her arms.
"Actually, um. Son, you did." Kenna whispered.
"She doesn't know that!" Sonny whispered back sharply.
"Now I do. Tell me who it is." I got up and walked to them.
"Well it's M-" Kenna began.
"MORE OF A SURPRISE IF WE DON'T TELL YOU!" Sonny smiled awkwardly.
"Mikayla." I started.
They both looked at each other and sighed while nodding.
"Just, act surprised when she comes here tomorrow, okay?" Sonny asked.
"And don't tell her we were here." Kenna added.
"Okay, I won't. Hey, where are you guys staying?" I asked, curiously.
"Oh, at the Sunshine Inn across town." Kenna said.
"Ah." I nodded.
"Well, the storm's coming, so we better go." Sonny said, grabbing her coat.
"You didn't see anything and you don't know anything about this." Sonny moved her hands around and walked out.
"Wow." I whispered to myself.
"RIGHT?" Sonny opened the door, causing me to jump.
"Yeah, Sonny okay." I nodded.
"See you tomorrow!" Sonny and Kenna waved and left.
So tomorrow is the day I am going to be reunited with Mikayla.
BRING.IT.ON.
<3Chrissa
Sonny and Kenna were sitting on the couch in the living room and I was sitting on a chair.
"We can't tell you, okay? Gosh, she was right when she said you asked a lot of questions." Sonny muttered and Kenna elbowed her in the stomach.
I raised an eyebrow.
"So it's a she, is it?" I asked coyly.
"I never said it was or wasn't." Sonny crossed her arms.
"Actually, um. Son, you did." Kenna whispered.
"She doesn't know that!" Sonny whispered back sharply.
"Now I do. Tell me who it is." I got up and walked to them.
"Well it's M-" Kenna began.
"MORE OF A SURPRISE IF WE DON'T TELL YOU!" Sonny smiled awkwardly.
"Mikayla." I started.
They both looked at each other and sighed while nodding.
"Just, act surprised when she comes here tomorrow, okay?" Sonny asked.
"And don't tell her we were here." Kenna added.
"Okay, I won't. Hey, where are you guys staying?" I asked, curiously.
"Oh, at the Sunshine Inn across town." Kenna said.
"Ah." I nodded.
"Well, the storm's coming, so we better go." Sonny said, grabbing her coat.
"You didn't see anything and you don't know anything about this." Sonny moved her hands around and walked out.
"Wow." I whispered to myself.
"RIGHT?" Sonny opened the door, causing me to jump.
"Yeah, Sonny okay." I nodded.
"See you tomorrow!" Sonny and Kenna waved and left.
So tomorrow is the day I am going to be reunited with Mikayla.
BRING.IT.ON.
<3Chrissa
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Sonny Days
[ANOTHER LATE POST? LIKE REALLY LATE? Chrissa, you're loosin' it.]
"Sonny, what are w-" Someone whispered.
"HUSH." Sonny, whoever they were, whispered back.
I was standing alone by my locker and was confused.
"When are we going to find her?" The same person whispered.
"I don't know, we just have to look." Sonny whispered back.
"But So-"
"KENNA! JUST LET ME HANDLE THIS!" Sonny whispered back.
"Gosh." Kenna muttered.
I ran and hid inside a garbage can. They emerged from another hallway.
Sonny was wearing an orange sweater that fell off one of her shoulders annd black skinny jeans with orange flip flops. She had black hair and crystal clear blue eyes.
Kenna was wearing a pink strapless dress with a black jacket over it and was wearing black boots. She had caramel hair and teal eyes.
"It's them." I whispered almost inaudibly to myself. Prudence and Rita had friends named Sonny and Kenna.
Here they are.
Then, being me, I sneezed.
"WHO'S THERE?" Sonny whisper-yelled.
"M-Me." I muttered, trying to get out of the trash can.
I wobbled out of it and it fell over.
"Ow." I muttered to myself. I got up and smoothed my hair and light green tunic.
I looked at them, and they were looking at me with bewilderment.
"H-Hi, I'm Chrissa." I shakily greeted.
"Kenna?" Sonny asked.
"Yeah?" Kenna asked back.
"Found her." Sonny stated.
<3Chrissa
"Sonny, what are w-" Someone whispered.
"HUSH." Sonny, whoever they were, whispered back.
I was standing alone by my locker and was confused.
"When are we going to find her?" The same person whispered.
"I don't know, we just have to look." Sonny whispered back.
"But So-"
"KENNA! JUST LET ME HANDLE THIS!" Sonny whispered back.
"Gosh." Kenna muttered.
I ran and hid inside a garbage can. They emerged from another hallway.
Sonny was wearing an orange sweater that fell off one of her shoulders annd black skinny jeans with orange flip flops. She had black hair and crystal clear blue eyes.
Kenna was wearing a pink strapless dress with a black jacket over it and was wearing black boots. She had caramel hair and teal eyes.
"It's them." I whispered almost inaudibly to myself. Prudence and Rita had friends named Sonny and Kenna.
Here they are.
Then, being me, I sneezed.
"WHO'S THERE?" Sonny whisper-yelled.
"M-Me." I muttered, trying to get out of the trash can.
I wobbled out of it and it fell over.
"Ow." I muttered to myself. I got up and smoothed my hair and light green tunic.
I looked at them, and they were looking at me with bewilderment.
"H-Hi, I'm Chrissa." I shakily greeted.
"Kenna?" Sonny asked.
"Yeah?" Kenna asked back.
"Found her." Sonny stated.
<3Chrissa
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Sgt. Chrissa
I picked the eraser off of my pencil during art class. Mikayla has been on my mind so much lately, I haven’t thought of anything for my art. Rita, who was next to me, poked me in the arm.
“Yeah?” I asked, turning to her.
“Didn’t you tell me you liked Brett?” She asked.
“Well, I did, but not anymore. Why?” I asked again.
“No reason.” She blinked.
“Rita.” I said, seriously. She blinks when she lies.
“Fine, maybe I like him a lot.” She began to twirl a strand of strawberry blonde hair while her cheeks became pink.
“Aw, Rita! Well, I hope things go better with you and him then they went with Matt and I.” I sighed.
“Speak of the devil…” Rita’s eyes traveled from me to the area above my head.
I turned around in my seat and looked up and saw the one and only Matthew Riden.
“Chrissa.” He said.
“Matthew.” I said, looking anywhere but him.
“We need to talk.” He said while I stared at the white board that Ms. Freemont uses to demonstrate on. It had a picture of a broken heart.
Oh, the irony.
“No we don’t. We talked, and you’re dating….” I trailed off, trying to remember the name of the girl.
“Beth Landers.” Matt finished.
”Beth Landers, which is….great, so we don’t have to talk about anything.” I gulped.
Beth, Beth, Beth Landers. She can fall in a well for all I care. I always knew she hated me, and would take anything – or one – I wanted.
“But, you know all of that about me, when I don’t know what’s been going on with you.” Matt said, trying to get into my area of view.
I averted my eyes from him and stared at a notebook.
“Maybe that’s how it should be.” I stated, flipping to a blank page and began writing the word ‘hate’ repeatedly.
“Fine.” He muttered, then walked away.
Later, at Chorus, I looked around. We had Me, Matt, Callie, Molly, Elizabeth, Jake, Ryan, Keith, Julie, Brett, Rita (who had joined after we all begged her) and Prudence.
Nathan and Charity both quit. Nathan because his new girlfriend said Chorus was lame and Charity’s school life just got too hectic.
Mrs. Hodge came in with that normal smile on her face.
“We have two new members joining today!” She smiled.
Excited chatter spread across our small little group.
“As you all know, to go to Regionals, we need 16 kids. We have 12 now. These two new kids will surely help us. Let’s give ‘em a hand!” Mrs. Hodge smiled and began clapping. We all clapped, just not as excited as her.
Did she know something we didn’t?
Just then, the door opened and, low and behold, Julia and her friend George came busting through the door.
“Hel-lo Chorus Kiddies.” Julia waved.
Julie jumped up and ran to her twin sister and hugged her.
“JULIA! Why did you come here?” She asked.
“Well, I heard you all needed some more kids and thought that Harrison and I could be of assistance.” She then bowed with George.
“And Julia loves to sing.” George winked at Julia.
Callie giggled and said;
“Yeah, we know that, Ms. ‘Forget You.’” She teased, referencing to Julia’s performance of Cee Lo Green’s ‘Forget You’ in Denver for New Year’s.
“We are happy to have you both, Julia and George, but before you audition, we would like to show you how things work around here. Anyone want to sing something?” Mrs. Hodge’s attention went from George and Julia to everyone else.
Julie and Molly looked at each other and shrugged, Jake yawned, Keith and Ryan were having a staring contest, Prudence and Elizabeth were drawing each other, Callie was lecturing Brett and Rita about something, and Matt was texting Beth.
My hand flew up, and everyone’s focus went to me.
“Well, Chrissa. The stage is yours” Mrs. Hodge smiled and walked down and sat down by Julie.
I grabbed Rita’s hand and pulled her onstage.
“You play the flute right?” I asked.
“Yeah, but I’m not very go-“ She started.
“Just play.” I interrupted.
I whispered my song selection in both Ben and Cindie’s ears and they nodded.
I walked up to center stage and sighed.
“This song goes out to two people; one is in this room right now, and the other, well. I don’t know where she is.” I sighed. Matt put his phone in his back pocket and looked at me. Our eyes met and one of those ‘oh-my-goodness’ moments happened again.
I blinked fast, and looked to Ben and nodded, cuing the band.
Cindie started playing the soft introduction to The Beatles’ “You’ve Got To Hide Your Love Away.” I sighed before singing.
“Here I stand, head in hands. Turn my face to the wall. If he’s gone, I can’t go on feelin’ two foot small.” I looked at Matt.
“Everywhere people stare, each and every day. I can see them laugh at me and I hear them say… Hey! You’ve got to hide your love away.” Our eyes met and I looked at Julia for support. She smiled and I smiled.
“HEY, You’ve got to hide your love away.” I sang with more energy and a small smile on my face.
“How can I even try? I can never win. Hearing them, seeing them in the state I’m in.” I sighed, looking again at Matt. Then I remembered the other person I dedicated the song to.
“How could she say to me ’Love will find a way?’ Gather round all you clowns, let me hear you say” I remembered the conversation on the phone with Mikayla and the utter awkward-ness of it all. I sighed and opened my mouth to sing again.
“HEY, You’ve got to hide your love away!” I sang loudly.
”EVERYONE!” I yelled.
“HEY” We all yelled.
”You’ve got to hide your love away.” We all sang.
I turned to Rita and nodded for her to play her part. She walked over to me while playing her flute perfectly.
She can’t play, my left foot.
When she finished, we both bowed.
Mrs. Hodge stood up, clapping and walked to the center of the stage. “Now that is how we do things here!” Mrs. Hodge smiled. Callie whistled, Jake and Keith whooped and hollered, and Julia yelled ‘GO CHRISSA AND RITA!’
I looked at where Matt was sitting.
He was gone.
Serves him right.
<3Chrissa
“Yeah?” I asked, turning to her.
“Didn’t you tell me you liked Brett?” She asked.
“Well, I did, but not anymore. Why?” I asked again.
“No reason.” She blinked.
“Rita.” I said, seriously. She blinks when she lies.
“Fine, maybe I like him a lot.” She began to twirl a strand of strawberry blonde hair while her cheeks became pink.
“Aw, Rita! Well, I hope things go better with you and him then they went with Matt and I.” I sighed.
“Speak of the devil…” Rita’s eyes traveled from me to the area above my head.
I turned around in my seat and looked up and saw the one and only Matthew Riden.
“Chrissa.” He said.
“Matthew.” I said, looking anywhere but him.
“We need to talk.” He said while I stared at the white board that Ms. Freemont uses to demonstrate on. It had a picture of a broken heart.
Oh, the irony.
“No we don’t. We talked, and you’re dating….” I trailed off, trying to remember the name of the girl.
“Beth Landers.” Matt finished.
”Beth Landers, which is….great, so we don’t have to talk about anything.” I gulped.
Beth, Beth, Beth Landers. She can fall in a well for all I care. I always knew she hated me, and would take anything – or one – I wanted.
“But, you know all of that about me, when I don’t know what’s been going on with you.” Matt said, trying to get into my area of view.
I averted my eyes from him and stared at a notebook.
“Maybe that’s how it should be.” I stated, flipping to a blank page and began writing the word ‘hate’ repeatedly.
“Fine.” He muttered, then walked away.
Later, at Chorus, I looked around. We had Me, Matt, Callie, Molly, Elizabeth, Jake, Ryan, Keith, Julie, Brett, Rita (who had joined after we all begged her) and Prudence.
Nathan and Charity both quit. Nathan because his new girlfriend said Chorus was lame and Charity’s school life just got too hectic.
Mrs. Hodge came in with that normal smile on her face.
“We have two new members joining today!” She smiled.
Excited chatter spread across our small little group.
“As you all know, to go to Regionals, we need 16 kids. We have 12 now. These two new kids will surely help us. Let’s give ‘em a hand!” Mrs. Hodge smiled and began clapping. We all clapped, just not as excited as her.
Did she know something we didn’t?
Just then, the door opened and, low and behold, Julia and her friend George came busting through the door.
“Hel-lo Chorus Kiddies.” Julia waved.
Julie jumped up and ran to her twin sister and hugged her.
“JULIA! Why did you come here?” She asked.
“Well, I heard you all needed some more kids and thought that Harrison and I could be of assistance.” She then bowed with George.
“And Julia loves to sing.” George winked at Julia.
Callie giggled and said;
“Yeah, we know that, Ms. ‘Forget You.’” She teased, referencing to Julia’s performance of Cee Lo Green’s ‘Forget You’ in Denver for New Year’s.
“We are happy to have you both, Julia and George, but before you audition, we would like to show you how things work around here. Anyone want to sing something?” Mrs. Hodge’s attention went from George and Julia to everyone else.
Julie and Molly looked at each other and shrugged, Jake yawned, Keith and Ryan were having a staring contest, Prudence and Elizabeth were drawing each other, Callie was lecturing Brett and Rita about something, and Matt was texting Beth.
My hand flew up, and everyone’s focus went to me.
“Well, Chrissa. The stage is yours” Mrs. Hodge smiled and walked down and sat down by Julie.
I grabbed Rita’s hand and pulled her onstage.
“You play the flute right?” I asked.
“Yeah, but I’m not very go-“ She started.
“Just play.” I interrupted.
I whispered my song selection in both Ben and Cindie’s ears and they nodded.
I walked up to center stage and sighed.
“This song goes out to two people; one is in this room right now, and the other, well. I don’t know where she is.” I sighed. Matt put his phone in his back pocket and looked at me. Our eyes met and one of those ‘oh-my-goodness’ moments happened again.
I blinked fast, and looked to Ben and nodded, cuing the band.
Cindie started playing the soft introduction to The Beatles’ “You’ve Got To Hide Your Love Away.” I sighed before singing.
“Here I stand, head in hands. Turn my face to the wall. If he’s gone, I can’t go on feelin’ two foot small.” I looked at Matt.
“Everywhere people stare, each and every day. I can see them laugh at me and I hear them say… Hey! You’ve got to hide your love away.” Our eyes met and I looked at Julia for support. She smiled and I smiled.
“HEY, You’ve got to hide your love away.” I sang with more energy and a small smile on my face.
“How can I even try? I can never win. Hearing them, seeing them in the state I’m in.” I sighed, looking again at Matt. Then I remembered the other person I dedicated the song to.
“How could she say to me ’Love will find a way?’ Gather round all you clowns, let me hear you say” I remembered the conversation on the phone with Mikayla and the utter awkward-ness of it all. I sighed and opened my mouth to sing again.
“HEY, You’ve got to hide your love away!” I sang loudly.
”EVERYONE!” I yelled.
“HEY” We all yelled.
”You’ve got to hide your love away.” We all sang.
I turned to Rita and nodded for her to play her part. She walked over to me while playing her flute perfectly.
She can’t play, my left foot.
When she finished, we both bowed.
Mrs. Hodge stood up, clapping and walked to the center of the stage. “Now that is how we do things here!” Mrs. Hodge smiled. Callie whistled, Jake and Keith whooped and hollered, and Julia yelled ‘GO CHRISSA AND RITA!’
I looked at where Matt was sitting.
He was gone.
Serves him right.
<3Chrissa
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