Buzzzzz!!! The alarm clock, filling the air its loud, persistent, and annoying ringing, went off. After about five minutes it apparently resigned itself to the fact that no one was going to stop it, and turned off by itself with an angry 'click.'
Just as we were once again beginning to enjoy the silence, my mother called up the stairs. "Girls! It's time to get up or you shall miss your buses, and I'm, not going to drop you off this year!"
Groaning I rolled over on my bed, and landed hard upon the wooden floor. Right next to, and almost on top of, my cousin Marie, whom everybody called 'Wren.' As it was short for Serenity, which was her long-hated first name. What I couldn't figure out was why the people here called her that, since she was listed in the school files as---
"Marie! Is Lynn up yet? Or do I have to come up there and wake her up myself?" My mother continued to shout, growing more and more frustrated by the minute at our seeming lack of response.
"Marie!?! Did you hear me?" She shouted again, as the window panes rattled with her in frustration.
"Yes Auntie! She's up, I'm up, we're all up..." Wren called just barely loud enough to be heard through the thick oaken door separating us from the very angry woman below.
"Good! Because your buses just rounded the bend!"
"What?!?" Wren gasped as she sat straight up, scrambling out of the sleeping bag and over to the window.
"Damn!!! The buses are here!" she cried as she wadded up her sleeping bag and tied it off. Hearing the panic in her normally calm voice made me jump up too. Leaving my room in a total disaster (actually an improvement) we grabbed all of our bags and raced down the stairs. But tripped over each other and fell down the last ten steps or so. Resulting in my getting hit hard over the head with a metal pole (Wren is in the color guard, heck. She IS the color guard!).
We lay there at the bottom of the stairs gasping for breath, staring at the ceiling, and tangled up among our many bags and boxes. (I had my tenor saxophone case digging harshly into my ribcage, and a smarting welt right above my eye from being hit with the flag pole.) When a loud pounding occurred on the main door - right across the room from where we now lay, its sound filling us with a feeling of dread.
My mother answered it, and Wren and I heard a male voice politely inquire "Good morning ma'am. I'm sorry to intrude upon you, but I wonder if this is the home of Lynn Katherbee?"
"Shit!" Wren whispered in my ear. "It's Kelter!"
"Who?" I asked, murmuring softly so as not to attract the attention of my mother and 'Kelter,' whoever he was.
"Kelter! He's the drum major! We're dead!" she whispered back, eyes wide in horror.
"Why yes young man, it is. Come on in." she responded, pleased by his politeness, and talking just as sweetly as he had been.
"Thank you ma'am, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Matthew Pierier, and I'm the head Drum Major of Kentland Hills High School Marching Band. Is there a Serenity Marie Blauker here right now too?" he asked. Wren and I traded looks of horror, and hoped that my mother would become suspicious and wouldn't give him any more information.
"Why yes, she is, how did you know that?" she asked, but his only response was to smile and shrug. So my mother continued "She and Lynn are cousins, and she stayed the night last night. I heard them come running down the stairs a couple of minutes ago, so they're probably hiding around here somewhere, listening to us talk." Upon hearing this Wren and I began to creep back up the stairs, but where quickly halted as rough hands grabbed us by the shoulders in an iron-hard grip.
a/n- Yeah Band!!! Sorry 'bout that - too much time spent hanging out in the band room and drinking coffee, not that that's a bad thing. Are there any Zeeland High School Band members out there? If so - try to identify some of the characters that will come up soon. Some may have graduated already (within the past two years), but I thought that it would be fun to bring them back anyways, and, since it's my story, there shall be no further comments from the peanut gallery.
But if you're not from Zeeland High, don't worry. I'm just a tadd bit crazy; comes from hanging out with the tubas and trombones, or, possibly, from marching in front of the french horns.
Review and I shall update, don't and I'll ... probably update anyways! I'll just be more rude and sarcastic in my author's notes, oh wait...that's normal... So please review, 'cause I like reviews, especially positive ones! And because, unlike popular belief, I am NOT a naturally angry person, (or so I say...). So I don't really want to complain about my lack of reviews.
-Gryffyn
Oh - read the 'no plot' story by Anubuss. It's absolutely hilarious!!!! I literally fell out of my chair laughing, and that's hard to do since my chair has arms! Not to mention that it hurt, falling out of my chair I mean, not reading his story.
Now I must log off for the day, but to all you bando's out there, I can only say this: Beware the Gonkey!
Just as we were once again beginning to enjoy the silence, my mother called up the stairs. "Girls! It's time to get up or you shall miss your buses, and I'm, not going to drop you off this year!"
Groaning I rolled over on my bed, and landed hard upon the wooden floor. Right next to, and almost on top of, my cousin Marie, whom everybody called 'Wren.' As it was short for Serenity, which was her long-hated first name. What I couldn't figure out was why the people here called her that, since she was listed in the school files as---
"Marie! Is Lynn up yet? Or do I have to come up there and wake her up myself?" My mother continued to shout, growing more and more frustrated by the minute at our seeming lack of response.
"Marie!?! Did you hear me?" She shouted again, as the window panes rattled with her in frustration.
"Yes Auntie! She's up, I'm up, we're all up..." Wren called just barely loud enough to be heard through the thick oaken door separating us from the very angry woman below.
"Good! Because your buses just rounded the bend!"
"What?!?" Wren gasped as she sat straight up, scrambling out of the sleeping bag and over to the window.
"Damn!!! The buses are here!" she cried as she wadded up her sleeping bag and tied it off. Hearing the panic in her normally calm voice made me jump up too. Leaving my room in a total disaster (actually an improvement) we grabbed all of our bags and raced down the stairs. But tripped over each other and fell down the last ten steps or so. Resulting in my getting hit hard over the head with a metal pole (Wren is in the color guard, heck. She IS the color guard!).
We lay there at the bottom of the stairs gasping for breath, staring at the ceiling, and tangled up among our many bags and boxes. (I had my tenor saxophone case digging harshly into my ribcage, and a smarting welt right above my eye from being hit with the flag pole.) When a loud pounding occurred on the main door - right across the room from where we now lay, its sound filling us with a feeling of dread.
My mother answered it, and Wren and I heard a male voice politely inquire "Good morning ma'am. I'm sorry to intrude upon you, but I wonder if this is the home of Lynn Katherbee?"
"Shit!" Wren whispered in my ear. "It's Kelter!"
"Who?" I asked, murmuring softly so as not to attract the attention of my mother and 'Kelter,' whoever he was.
"Kelter! He's the drum major! We're dead!" she whispered back, eyes wide in horror.
"Why yes young man, it is. Come on in." she responded, pleased by his politeness, and talking just as sweetly as he had been.
"Thank you ma'am, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Matthew Pierier, and I'm the head Drum Major of Kentland Hills High School Marching Band. Is there a Serenity Marie Blauker here right now too?" he asked. Wren and I traded looks of horror, and hoped that my mother would become suspicious and wouldn't give him any more information.
"Why yes, she is, how did you know that?" she asked, but his only response was to smile and shrug. So my mother continued "She and Lynn are cousins, and she stayed the night last night. I heard them come running down the stairs a couple of minutes ago, so they're probably hiding around here somewhere, listening to us talk." Upon hearing this Wren and I began to creep back up the stairs, but where quickly halted as rough hands grabbed us by the shoulders in an iron-hard grip.
a/n- Yeah Band!!! Sorry 'bout that - too much time spent hanging out in the band room and drinking coffee, not that that's a bad thing. Are there any Zeeland High School Band members out there? If so - try to identify some of the characters that will come up soon. Some may have graduated already (within the past two years), but I thought that it would be fun to bring them back anyways, and, since it's my story, there shall be no further comments from the peanut gallery.
But if you're not from Zeeland High, don't worry. I'm just a tadd bit crazy; comes from hanging out with the tubas and trombones, or, possibly, from marching in front of the french horns.
Review and I shall update, don't and I'll ... probably update anyways! I'll just be more rude and sarcastic in my author's notes, oh wait...that's normal... So please review, 'cause I like reviews, especially positive ones! And because, unlike popular belief, I am NOT a naturally angry person, (or so I say...). So I don't really want to complain about my lack of reviews.
-Gryffyn
Oh - read the 'no plot' story by Anubuss. It's absolutely hilarious!!!! I literally fell out of my chair laughing, and that's hard to do since my chair has arms! Not to mention that it hurt, falling out of my chair I mean, not reading his story.
Now I must log off for the day, but to all you bando's out there, I can only say this: Beware the Gonkey!
