It was Monday morning. I looked at my clock and sighed at the time blinking. 5:30!! I was on my
way to zero hour band practice. Probably the worst part of band. As I pulled into the parking lot
of my school, Phoenix Christian, I knew something wasn't right. I got out of my car, locked it,
and began to walk up to the band room. The room was so quiet, that didn't seem right. I opened
the door and found all the lights out.
"Hello?"
The only sound I heard was the echo of my voice echoing off the old band walls. I fumbled
around and found the light switch and when I finally found it I breathed a sigh of relief. This was
just all to odd. I turned on the light and my eyes grew wide. Lying on the carpet in a pool of
blood was Ben. Ben, my popcorn boy......dead. I ran over to where his cold body lay and tried to
find a pulse. Nothing. I looked up when I saw two more people walk into the band room.
"Katy what happened ?" that was Mindi our fearless leader
I looked at Ben and shook my head.
"I don't know?"
"Where is Mr. Moss?" Casey a freshmen asked
I pointed to his office.
"Not here yet."
Casey walked over to Ben,
"This is so not good!"
I looked at Mindi who joined our sad group. As the time went by more of the band flooded into
the room. All had the same expression as the person before. Finally about 6:30 Mr. Moss walked
in the room.
