The Battle of the Sections
Hey. People in SSMS might recognize themselves. And if I didn't get your permission to use your name, I'm sorry, but I'm not a namer.
"General Kayla! General Kayla! The left flank was breached today by the flutes. They are pouring in like water in a river!" General Travis Condift of the tubas reported.
General Travis was a young man, almost newly recruited into the brass army. But he was the best (and only) general in the army. He was a great general with as many wins as my glasses are thick. But beside the point, this news was startling. The flutes were the toughest but the tubas and trombones were out there and they were my toughest sections, besides my own.
The euphoniums were the strongest section in the brass, what with the least yet bestly trained men and women in the army. The tubas had the next least and were the second best trained. They have a smart general who is a good man (or boy because he's only fourteen). Then there's the trombone's. They have a weird yet good leader, Erik Pitmon. The Lieutenant General was a brave yet crazy one. And finally, the trumpets. Their leader is a calm, level-headed girl named Ziomaera Olive. She is very strong in battle.
The brunette general of the tubas was waiting for orders from me, the leader of the brass army and the euphoniums. I am General of the Army Kayla Duehart. I am the only girl leader of a brass army. The leader of the woodwind army is Sky Better. She is a cunning flute. We almost lost to her more times than I can count.
"Thank you, General, but we can't do anything just yet. We must let them make the first move then retaliate. Just prepare your tubas for a fight they will never forget." I said smirking and dismissing the brunette. Somtimes it was good to be the boss.
I awaited for what I knew would come. The report that one of my Lt. Generals was captured or one of the tubas was dead.
But I was wrong for a while. No news came and I relaxed a little. And while I was calm, I could think about what had started this whole war.
It had been a nice, sunny day in Florida. The sky was blue and the clouds puffy. We had started with a simple arguement over who was the better section, the brass or the woodwinds. Then a fight had broken out. After a few days, the war was all out and dangerous already.
None of us had died yet, but Erik had been wounded pretty bad, and so had I. But we are still alive.
As for the woodwinds, I had no idea. But anyway, the news eventually came.
"General! General! My Lt. General was captured! Nathan was captured by the flutes. He's in trouble!" Travis relayed. He had a wild look in his eye and I saw that his clothes were torn a little and his glasses were askew.
"Okay. Calm down and tell me what happened, General. I'm sure there is a way to get him back." I said, trying to calm the strong tuba-boy.
"Well, they came from every side, and it was hard to see how many they had, but we fought anyway. We almost had them, when a renegade soldier came from behind and captured Nathan! You must help him, General."
"Okay, we strike back at dawn. And prepare to take a few woodwinds hostage if we don't get him back. And make sure they are of importance." I said, dismissing the boy who was actually older than me to prepare for a true blue battle for power and life.
"This is gonna be sweet!" I thought, heading off to prepare my section for war. I trusted that General Travis would relay that message to Erik. If he didn't, Erik would get the message anyway. The guy loved to fight.