“Although chairs may change over the course of the year,” Ms. Fender had told us, “depending on your commitment to rehearsing, and your focus during class.” Also on whether I decree that you're my pet, I mentally added as I inched my music stand away from Callum’s.
The whole thing had felt strange and creepy, so why hadn’t I just walked out of the room? Or even thought of a lame comeback (No hug, but I’ll play you “Happy Birthday" on my trumpet)?
not of natural origin; prepared or made artificially
Of course I knew it wasn’t mohair. It was something synthetic that you could throw in the washing machine. But that probably meant it was cheap, so I didn’t say it.
And here was the strangest part: even though the way he was playing made me feel practically shoved out of the room, it was hard to think of him right then as a rude basketball boy, or one of the jerks on the bus.
By this time, I was getting annoyed with how often he said the word Mila. Like maybe he thought if he repeated my name enough times, he’d hypnotize me into trusting him better.
small porch or set of steps at the front entrance of a house
When I got home, Hadley was sitting on our front stoop with Cherish Ames, a kindergartner on our block who still sucked her thumb, and Cherish’s mom, who had dyed-blond hair that reached down to her waist.