The Scariest Thing
Characters are based off of real people however; events and characteristics have been altered, but still follow some real life events. This story is told from the perspective of Rachelle. Enjoy…
It scared me half to death; my first day at guard camp. I mean it wasn't this 'oh I'm scared' it was the 'I'm quaking in my shoes, deathly white, and will surely die' scared. Guard was something I got roped into by one of my friends, Reyana, I saw her do it the previous year and I guess she saw my interest…
I thought Guard was pretty amazing. The fluid motions and choreography brought out the emotion and made the music come to life… I loved that feeling.
However, now, I couldn't bring myself to get out of my car. I looked out the tinted window and watched the various members with their flags of all different hues and shapes. They were astonishing; their skills were beyond measure. How could I even come close to being as good as they are? Or even half as good? I wouldn't know…
It was only when I worked up the courage to get out of my car that I was noticed.
"Rachelle!" My friend Reyana called as she ran up to me her flag in her hand. Obviously, the ever present rifle was not in sight which I found quite odd.
"Come on Rachelle, let me show you around" Reyana said as she grabbed my arm and literally pulled me toward the large crowd of her fellow Color Guard members.
"Reyana?" I questioned uncertainly, 'maybe this was a bad idea' I told my self.
"Oh come on Rachelle you'll have fun, I know you will." She told me reassuringly. I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding at the sight the rifle and saber lines that were already warming up. I stopped dead in my tracks and watched them. It was only when I felt a slight tug… well more like jerk on my shoulder did I snap out of my trance…
"See you're already hooked!" Reyana teased as she continued to lead me through the crowd with the occasional 'hello, how are you's, it's been a while, what happened to your eye?'. Yeah I found that a little awkward, but apparently getting injured by your equipment was proof of hard work and accomplishment and was held in the highest respect or maybe stupidity I wasn't quite sure which…
After Reyana was done pulling me around, camp started. We all filed into the auditorium and took our seats. I took a seat next to Reyana and a few of our mutual friends. The room filled with chatter of routines, techniques, the cutest guy guard members, the hottest guard girls, the best types of equipment, and other fillers that were used to burn time.
Suddenly the door slammed