Summary: Six best friends find
themselves in the moors of Ireland on a long awaited band trip.
Supposed to be filled with fun and romance, they find themselves very
disappointed. Thrown in the middle of a war between their evil,
greedy band instructor, and the forces of good that would stop her.
Torn apart, they must go their seprate ways, and any hope for a
blossoming romance seems lost. But during their unwanted
adventures, the barrier between the ages of time is broken.
New faces become dear, and old ones fade into distant memories.
Together, yet so very far apart, they battle a foe that promises to
devastate the world. Can a haggard band unite? Can love
span centuries? Can the bonds of friendship survive over a distance
of fourteen-hundred years? Most importantly, will all survive to
see those bonds retied?
The first faces: Cassie is a sophomore and plays clarinet. Abbe is a
freshman and plays tenor sax. Ashley is a junior and grudgingly
plays flute.
...
As usual, they had the honour of arriving first.
Too excited to wait with their parents in the mint green minivan, they
leaped from the confining seat belts into the warm cold of the March
weather. The wind blew like mad as they danced crazily to keep warm.
The parents watched while talking quietly while Cassie, Abbe, and
Ashley entertained themselves by pole dancing on one of the school's
street lamps. Actually, it was only Cassie who did this. Her other two
friends simply watched while cheering, laughing, and making various
sounds of disgust. But this day was far too exciting to simply do one
thing, so when Cassie's loosley tied shoe came off when she attempted a
high kick, Abbe seized it and began running madly. Cassie got down from
the lamp post and and hopped on one foot to the dry asphault sidewalk
so she wouldn't get her sock dirty.
"Guinievere! Help me!" Cassie called to Ashley. Ashley was called Guinievere by Cassie for very complicated and rather stupid reasons. But Ashley caught the shoe Abbe had tossed to her and began running with it. "Treason!" Cassie accused. and then muttered "Screw it." She quickly divested herself of her other shoe and socks and ran full tilt at Ashley while sounding a very loud battle cry. Ashley looked surprised and began to laugh. That sound got her every time. She quickly threw the shoe back to Abbe, and Cassie, not wanting to cause undeserved harm, had to swerve inches away from Ashley and begin her attack anew. Abbe, who had fully expected cassie to grab at the shoe stayed put and held her arm high above her head. What she did not expect was for Cassie to keep running and bowl her over so they both landed on the muddy grass. The shoe flew out of Abbe's hand, and Ashley snatched it up laughing triumphantly.
Cassie brushed herself off and glared menacingly at her friend. "Give me the shoe Guinievere, or I shall see that you die at the hands of Mrs. Conrad?" She spoke in a mock threatening tone. Ashley grinned. All three of them loved to devise stories about their most "beloved" band instructor.
"And how will she do me in this time? Will she stab me with her baton perhaps? Or maybe she'll put arsenic on my mouthpiece." Abbe, who was still on the ground shook her head.
"No, she'll strangle you with those hideous sashy things we have to wear at the concerts."
"Cummerbunds," Cassie said. "And what's worse, It'll be Knat Hale's cummerbund. If you want to die with something that's been around HIS midriff..."
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" Ashley cried flinging the shoe at Cassie, who attempted to catch it. However, she didn't play any sports, and was very protective of her teeth, having had her braces off for less than a year. So she simply blocked it, it fell to her feet, and she bent to retrieve it. But she didn't put it back on. She was busy staring at the rather dirty car that was pulling into the parking lot.
"Oh God," Abbe moaned. "Here comes the spawn of Hell herself." She was right. Mrs. Conrad, smiling broadly at the three of them was getting out of her car. Probably in honour of their trip to Ireland, she had dyed her hair a deep red. The three friends smirked at one another. Along with a lot of other things about Conrad, her "hair colour of the month" was a well known inside joke amongst their little group.
"Hello girls! Tis good to see ye all here so early!" she said in a horribly mimed Irish accent." Cassie's mouth dropped open in disgust, while she plainly saw Abbe surpress a shudder next to her. Ashley however, didn't seem to notice. She was too busy staring in loathing at Conrad's filthy black shoes, her pants that went out of style two hundred years ago, and a rather hideous, bright green, satin blouse.
"Oh my God," Ashley said as though nauseated. Fortunately, Conrad was unlocking the door to the gym lobby and humming "Molly Molone" very loudly.
"Well, Come on Girls" she called, thankfully abandoning her accent. "We need to get all the uniforms, hats, and instruments out here!" Cassie groaned and rolled her eyes. Abbe's shoulders slumped, Ashley sighed.
"She probably won't help us at all either," Abbe whispered. She ran her hand through her slowly lengthening black hair and bravely walked forward with Ashley and Cassie following miserably.
"Guinievere! Help me!" Cassie called to Ashley. Ashley was called Guinievere by Cassie for very complicated and rather stupid reasons. But Ashley caught the shoe Abbe had tossed to her and began running with it. "Treason!" Cassie accused. and then muttered "Screw it." She quickly divested herself of her other shoe and socks and ran full tilt at Ashley while sounding a very loud battle cry. Ashley looked surprised and began to laugh. That sound got her every time. She quickly threw the shoe back to Abbe, and Cassie, not wanting to cause undeserved harm, had to swerve inches away from Ashley and begin her attack anew. Abbe, who had fully expected cassie to grab at the shoe stayed put and held her arm high above her head. What she did not expect was for Cassie to keep running and bowl her over so they both landed on the muddy grass. The shoe flew out of Abbe's hand, and Ashley snatched it up laughing triumphantly.
Cassie brushed herself off and glared menacingly at her friend. "Give me the shoe Guinievere, or I shall see that you die at the hands of Mrs. Conrad?" She spoke in a mock threatening tone. Ashley grinned. All three of them loved to devise stories about their most "beloved" band instructor.
"And how will she do me in this time? Will she stab me with her baton perhaps? Or maybe she'll put arsenic on my mouthpiece." Abbe, who was still on the ground shook her head.
"No, she'll strangle you with those hideous sashy things we have to wear at the concerts."
"Cummerbunds," Cassie said. "And what's worse, It'll be Knat Hale's cummerbund. If you want to die with something that's been around HIS midriff..."
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" Ashley cried flinging the shoe at Cassie, who attempted to catch it. However, she didn't play any sports, and was very protective of her teeth, having had her braces off for less than a year. So she simply blocked it, it fell to her feet, and she bent to retrieve it. But she didn't put it back on. She was busy staring at the rather dirty car that was pulling into the parking lot.
"Oh God," Abbe moaned. "Here comes the spawn of Hell herself." She was right. Mrs. Conrad, smiling broadly at the three of them was getting out of her car. Probably in honour of their trip to Ireland, she had dyed her hair a deep red. The three friends smirked at one another. Along with a lot of other things about Conrad, her "hair colour of the month" was a well known inside joke amongst their little group.
"Hello girls! Tis good to see ye all here so early!" she said in a horribly mimed Irish accent." Cassie's mouth dropped open in disgust, while she plainly saw Abbe surpress a shudder next to her. Ashley however, didn't seem to notice. She was too busy staring in loathing at Conrad's filthy black shoes, her pants that went out of style two hundred years ago, and a rather hideous, bright green, satin blouse.
"Oh my God," Ashley said as though nauseated. Fortunately, Conrad was unlocking the door to the gym lobby and humming "Molly Molone" very loudly.
"Well, Come on Girls" she called, thankfully abandoning her accent. "We need to get all the uniforms, hats, and instruments out here!" Cassie groaned and rolled her eyes. Abbe's shoulders slumped, Ashley sighed.
"She probably won't help us at all either," Abbe whispered. She ran her hand through her slowly lengthening black hair and bravely walked forward with Ashley and Cassie following miserably.