Well, here it is. The full-length sequel to my 100 Drabbles piece. I kind of popped those drabbles out really fast, so here I am with this... This'll take a little longer, I'm now only updating all of my stories on Sundays to give me time to overview my chapters and all that stustufastufs.

The main characters are Piper (shocker!), Audrey, Amberly, Sticks, and Isabelle. The chapter titles will come from something that one of them said during the chapter, mostly Piper and Audrey seeing as they are the wittiest most of the time. You'll really be able to learn a lot about the characters, more than you knew in the drabbles. It'll be easier for them to grow on things and really reflect, seeing as you can't do much reflecting with 100 words.

Okay, I hope you like these. :)

-P

"Audrey, are we really seniors?" Piper Daniels asked her best friend, gripping the barrel of her clarinet tight in her hand and resting the bell on her knee.

Audrey Rogers sighed deeply and kicked the back of her French horn case, "Yup." She was less than excited about it; her boyfriend Michael was a freshmen in college, leaving her alone with the less-than boyfriend-material underclassmen. "Kind of scary, isn't it?"

"Kind of?" Amberly Samson shook back her locks of loose blonde hair from the rims of her black glasses. "God, I'm scared out of my mind."

Their last year in high school had arrived; James Kingsley, Michael Peterson, and Jack Kim had left for their freshmen year of college, making the band room seem quiet and unfriendly to everyone who'd been apart of band long enough to know the three, or at least to the four girls in the circle. Piper could remember her freshmen year, when there were dozens of older teenagers running around making an awful lot of noise; she'd give anything to be back there in that time, as the girl who was section leader even though she was a freshmen. Now, being section leader as a senior, it wasn't such a great accomplishment. Not that she wasn't proud nonetheless, but still. And the upperclassmen weren't as family-oriented with the underclassmen; she, for one, avoided all the sophomores completely, but still talked to the freshmen.

"I am too," Isabelle Kim said softly. She was used to sitting with the three girls in band class- they were her best friends- but she was also used to her brother Jack and his two best friends with them as well. Now as a senior with her brother and his friends in college, everything was different. She was lonely, to say the least. The girls were her best friends, but she'd grown up with James and Michael around. Now that they weren't, it was as if she'd lost three brothers instead of just Jack.

"It's so… quiet," Piper sighed deeply. "God, I miss James."

"Everyone misses James, Pipe."

"Even Mr. Fisher misses James," Amberly agreed with Audrey and nodded her head towards their short redheaded band director who was currently showing an alternate saxophone fingering to a clueless freshmen. Piper laughed; she remembered freshmen year, teaching the sophomore and junior players how to play a middle B and C using the side keys on the upper piece. Those naïve underclassmen were so much different from herself.

Mr. Fisher looked up and saw the four girls talking, "Hey, Pipper? Come over here, will you? Tune the saxophone?"

Piper rolled her big green eyes towards the high ceiling, passed her clarinet to Isabelle, and walked over to Mr. Fisher. Hands on hips, the almost 6-foot-tall but amazingly thin girl glared down at her teacher, "Mr. Fisher…"

"Piper, right. Four years, probably should have figured that out by now." She'd yet to learn why Mr. Fisher continued to mispronounce her name whenever he saw her- Michael had never been very fond of her, and that was his present for her when she became a sophomore, telling Mr. Fisher that her name was Pipper and not Piper. She'd hopefully figure that out eventually, so she could slap the boy upside his head and make him teach Mr. Fisher that her name really was Piper.

"Mhm, now what else?" she tapped her foot against the linoleum, the corners of her lips curling up in a smile.

"You play clarinet, not saxophone. Right, that too."

"Good boy," she smirked at him. "Should I get Sticks?" She gestured at the senior boy with a saxophone talking to Isabelle- her first faithful boyfriend- who had earned his nickname from getting whacked in the head with an overenthusiastic drummer's broken drumstick at marching band practice in his sophomore year.

"Please do."

While Piper liked to stay around and torture her director, especially when he said her name wrong or tried to get her to tune some completely different instrument from her own. But then he seemed rather stressed, and she knew better than to frustrate him while he tried to decipher what exactly was flying out of her mouth at that amazingly fast pace. They had practice after school; he'd make it run even longer.

Piper smiled at her teacher and disappeared from in front of him, flouncing over to Sticks and Isabelle. Sticks had his large hand over Isabelle's tiny one, and he was talking quietly to her. She was blushing; it was such a sweet, intimate moment Piper almost felt guilty for interrupting them. Almost was the key word.

"Sticky!" she cried loudly.

Sticks, whose real name was Connor, looked away from the face of his girlfriend and narrowed his eyes at Piper. "He wants me to tune that damned saxophone, doesn't he?" Sticks knew as well as Piper that the saxophonist that needed tuning could be tuned twenty times a day and still suck. Mr. Fisher just tried to raise his self-esteem by blaming it on the saxophone, as he couldn't bear to have the one freshmen saxophone that had actually moved up from the middle school quit.

"Sorry, bud. But yes, he does. I'll take care of the petite amie, don't worry about it."

Sticks furrowed his brow and was about to question her on the meaning of the word, but instead decided to shake it off and go help Mr. Fisher. He'd gotten into many a fight with her before, all throughout their past high school years. And she rarely gave up, stubborn as a mule. Prettier than a mule, he'd have to say, but stubborn as one, or possibly worse. He waved goodbye to Isabelle and was gone, leaving Isabelle with Piper.

"Aw, he's too cute," Piper giggle-cooed to Isabelle, who smiled appreciatively. She giggled one more time before flouncing off towards Audrey.

A junior girl caught up behind her- Faith. Typical. She was a gigantic pain in the butt, and Piper hated her immensely, even though she was one of the best clarinets in Piper's section. "Piper, Piper, omigod. Please come listen to my district solo?"

"Not right now, Faith." She continued on her way to Audrey, ignoring Faith's pleading. Audrey was standing outside on the concrete pad in the bus parking lot with Amberly, and their heads were bent together, whispering.

Piper sped up a little and continued to her friends until- smack. Right, sliding glass doors. She always forgot about the sliding glass doors that lead outside. Darn it. She fell back and landed on Faith, to hear her two best friends laughing hysterically.

"Faith, this is why you don't ever listen to anything Piper tells you," Audrey rolled her eyes condescendingly. "First band geek commandment! Thou shalt not followeth those who runneth into walls!"

"Eth," Amberly added, then giggled.

"Shut up and get me off the ground, please," Piper snapped irritably towards her friend. "You know, sitting on the ground I'm right at eye level with you, Audrey."

Audrey cocked her head to the right, confused. Her friend's head was on the same level as her butt- Audrey was unbelievably short and Piper was amazingly tall. Amberly burst out laughing again, "She means that you have your head stuck up your ass, Audrey."

Audrey took a moment to register the thought, before gasping and glaring at Piper. Piper threw back her head and laughed, "God, you take forever." She climbed up to her feet, hovering a good six inches over Audrey then, and another four over Amberly. God, they were so short.

Audrey, obviously angry at her friend, took a few moments to ponder a snap to shoot back at Piper. Her expression seemed deadly, but Piper knew it was merely a bluff so Piper didn't underestimate her friend even though she probably wouldn't have a comment to attack her with. Audrey burst out laughing after a few seconds; Piper grinned, knowing she was right and that her friend would never have a comeback.

Amberly took a deep breath, "You know what?" They both looked at her. "That made me forget about Jack for five whole minutes." She tapped her wrist, as though there actually was a watch there and not a collection of plastic beads and Dora the Explorer charms that she stole from her little sister.

"Yeah, I forgot about James, too," Piper said quietly. She sat down on the edge of a tuba case laying on its side and sighed. "Damn you, Amberly."