I sat down next to my best friend, Alice. Her shoulder-length strawberry-blonde hair hung in two low ponytails beneath her ears. She was wearing a weird blue button-up sweater that was a gross shade of blue and looked like something someone's grandma would wear. Alice also had on a bleach-white blouse and navy-blue stretch pants. I must have looked upset, because she looked at me with those huge green deer-in-the-headlights eyes. "Is something wrong, Ange?" I sighed, "Oh, yeah, Alice. Chris is upset because Dad got all worked up when Chris said he wanted to be in the school musical." Alice looked down "Oh....." she said, biting her lip. Last year, Alice had a huge crush on Chris and then I told her that I was sure he was gay (a bit to bluntly) and she blushed and blushed and never talked about it again. Alice decided instead of letting the tension build up between them that she would go on with life as if she didn't know. She and Chris still talk a lot and they get along great. Neither Alice or me ever told Chris she knew, but I think he figured it out. After about a week, Chris started to talk to Alice more and they became closer friends.
Alice and I both leaned out of the seat to look at Chris, sitting two seats ahead and diagonal of us. He was looking out the window, a glassy look in his eyes. He really wanted to be in the musical. He wanted to perform and show Dad that he wasn't useless.
Later in French, we stood up to sing V