Chapter 3: Chris: Notes on the Water
“What the hey? This isn’t my iPod! This isn’t my music! What the—oh no. Oh dear lord no. Tell me I didn’t pick up the wrong one. Tell me I didn’t come all the way down here to the beach with my grandpa’s iPod!” Chris fumed. He pouted. He made faces. He placed the back of his hand on his forehead and sighed deeply. “I’m so stupid!” he exclaimed. Then, realizing nobody was watching, he turned the little object over and sure enough, stuck to the back was a little strip of identification tape with one word on it, ‘Hal.’ His grandfather’s name.
Chris was shocked. He was devastated. He wanted to cry. Yeah, he was a little dramatic but what gay teenager isn’t? Well sure, the ones who are still hiding it or denying it or whatever, but Chris? Out was his middl
