Wow, I haven't been on this part of fan fiction for a while. In fact, I don't think I have ever posted a story here. Surprising, seeing as I am a full-fledged band geek. Anyway, basically this is a story I randomly thought of while reading another one. Please, review. Oh, and the school names I have made up, so they most likely aren't real. The school is based on my school. And yes, they are in Arizona.
Cassy POV:
I stepped out of the white Nissan Versa, my palms sweaty and barely holding onto the black case in my hands. I shut the car door behind me, ignoring a shout of goodbye from the driver, also known as my mother. I wasn't the first one here, though I hoped I wasn't the last. My appearance caused a few stares from the kids already gathered. Immediately, I felt different. The girls were all wearing tank tops and shorts almost invisible. I wore a long t-shirt down far below my hips, and jean capris that reached down just below my knees. The boys wore basketball shorts and muscle shirts, though I saw some that probably shouldn't have been wearing much less then I was.
"Freshman." One girl murmured to her friend. A long black guard bag sat next to each girl.
"She wasn't at freshman camp. May won't be happy." A nearby boy pointed out. I wondered if they realized I could hear them, but I figured it best not to comment. Instead, I made my way to a metal staircase, which was only about three feet tall, but the only other staircase leading down the small walkway was practically across the school. Three older kids, who I guessed were seniors, were chatting nearby. They looked different, more like kids in my hometown. Two girls and a boy.
"Are you a freshman?" This girl was short, with light blonde hair and blue eyes. I shook my head.
"Sophomore." I replied.
"Oh, then you must have just moved here." The other girl, fairly tall with light brown hair, smiled cheerfully. At least they asked instead of making assumptions. I didn't say that out loud, but I gave a small nod.
"Where do you come from?" The boy finally spoke. His dirty blonde hair was spiked in a fauxhawk.
"Mesa." I replied. I could tell by the looks on their faces that they wanted more information. "Adam's High school."
"Oh! Division 2, right? Red uniforms with gold sashes and gold capes? You guys are good. I'm Adri, by the way. Drum major, but my instrument is trumpet." The taller girl smiled harder.
"Oh yeah, we saw you at state last year. I'm Jacob, also drum major, but I play sousa." A kid came past and slapped the only boy on the shoulder, but he reacted quickly and grabbed the laughing kid by the shirt collar. "Again and it is twenty pushups." Frightened, the boy ran back to his group of friends, who were cracking up. "Freshman." He mumbled shaking his head.
"While we are on the subject of introductions…" The other girl was watching the group with fierce eyes. They immediately stopped laughing, and she turned back to me. "I'm Lucy. I play clarinet, but I am currently drum major."
"Gee, Luc, just have to be different, wood sucker." Jacob teased.
"Oh, shut up Jake." Lucy gave him what looked like it was supposed to be a light punch in the arm, but I had to admit, that girl had some power.
"I'm Casaundra, but I prefer Cassy. I play clarinet." I smiled lightly at Lucy, who now had a larger smile on her face then Adri, which I hadn't thought possible.
"We need more clarinets. Our section is the smallest, and me leaving doesn't help much at all." She said.
"Wood suckers." Jacob coughed teasingly. Lucy punched him harder this time, causing him to rub his shoulder.
"Adri!" A girl called from the sidewalk. She had just arrived, and Adri gave a slight wave to us and joined the newcomer.
"That's Jenna, our only female sousa. Her and Adri have always been good friends." Lucy explained. I nodded. My head was already spinning. So many names, so little time to learn them. Lucy pointed to a group of kids. "The girl with the curly brown hair in the ponytail is Heather. She is clarinet section leader. To tell you the truth, I don't like her, but nobody went up against her. She is a junior this year, so hopefully someone will defeat her in the running next year." Lucy laughed. The girl turned, confused, but blinked and shrugged. "She hears nothing but stuff about herself."
"We had a girl like that in my old band, but she played flute." I smiled lightly.
"May is here!" A short and plump boy pointed out. I guessed he was talking about whoever drove the tan SUV that had just pulled into a nearby parking spot. A young adult women stepped out, her short, dark brown hair was tied back in a low ponytail, and in her hands she held multiple folders and binders. She opened the back seat of her care and pulled out a few cases, which a few older kids quickly ran up to assist her with.
"That is Mrs. May, our band director. She is pretty nice and funny, but she can get pretty mean if you get on her bad side." Jacob pointed out. I nodded. He didn't need to tell me who 'May' was. I had sent the director an email when I first leaned I was moving to Tucson, to let her know I was coming and that I did have previous marching experience.
