Katelyn
A young flute, by the name of Fidreck, was hurriedly waking home from the movies. Unfortunately, he was going to be late for Brittany... unless he took the shortcut through Brasser territory. He shuddered violently. Brassers were rough and tough, with semi-automatic machine guns and machetes. They didn't listen to classical music like the Woods. They listened to grunge, heavy metal, hip hop, rap and other cool music, while shining their bling. The flute gulped. He had to walk down the long dark alley through Brasser territory. The flute pulled out his only protection, a butter knife. It was considered a formidable weapon among the Woods. He jumped at the sound of a machine gun nearby. A car alarm went off. The flute quietly pushed his glasses up his nose and pulled the turtleneck sweater closer to his skinny body. He felt a tap on his shoulder. He slowly turned around to the sight of a gang of Brassers. They were carrying guns and knives. There were six trombones, two tubas, three euphoniums, five trumpets, four French horns and a random cornet that nobody liked. The gang was led by an extremely tough and strong trombone carrying the machine gun that Fidreck had heard earlier. Then the trombone whisked away the butter knife with a scoff. The other instruments egged him on, chanting "Tomothy, Tomothy!". Thomothy's mouth curled up into a bitter grin, and he punched Fidreck in the face, knocking him unconscious.