This is a true story. Really. My friends and I really made a concoction,
and it really ended up exploding..oops. Anywho, I decided to put it into
story format for all you wonderful readers to enjoy.
It had started out innocently enough. A plastic bottle, filled to the brim with lemonade. But it became so much more. So, so much more.
It was lunchtime; that short string of freedom that the administration like to dangle in front of the noses of children, right before they shipped them back off to class. I sat at my lunch table, thoughtfully chewing my cookie, when it had first caught my eye. Thinking fast, I snatched the bottle from the dozing hands of its owner.
"Hey!" Joy yelled.
"What?" I asked, not too innocently.
"Give my lemonade back!"
"Why?"
"Because I'm thirsty!"
I clutched the bottle tighter, not wanting to release my treasure. My eyes drifted over to Rachel, who was fingering a candy bar. It wasn't the candy that held my fascination, however. I looked up at Sarah, who caught the gleam in my eye and grinned.
"Hey Rachel," she began, "can we see your fruit punch?"
Rachel carelessly pushed the bottle over, causing it to roll and slosh on its way over. Sarah hurriedly unscrewed the top of the fruit punch, and I the lemonade.
"What are you doing?!?" Joy questioned, clearly worried about her beloved beverage.
"You're not going to.."
"Oh yes, they're going to." Briana smirked.
Joy could only watch helplessly as Sarah dumped five caps worth of red punch into the lemonade, turning it a dark pink.
"Come on Diana, not again!" Lauren sighed, clearly exasperated.
"I knew that Burger King trip would leave a harmful impact.."
And indeed, I chuckled to myself as I remembered that trip. It had been last Friday, right after school, and before that night's football game. We had a few hours to blow before rehearsal, so Sarah, Lauren, and I trudged down to the Burger King across the street from our school.
We each ordered our respective meals, and sat down to enjoy them. Then it hit me. I popped off the top of my soda, and began to dump salt into the beverage. As we walked back to the school, I held the spoiled soda in my left hand, an evil scheme brewing in my mind.
"Hey Amanda, want a drink?"
Giving myself a shake, I pulled my mind back into the present. My lunch table was filled with shaking heads and sighing, all except one person. Sarah was eyeing my canned fruit, which I had purchased in our cafeteria.
"Add some. Please."
Who was I to refuse such a polite request? I collected a spoonful of fruit juice, and added it in the bottle. Then the table exploded with artistic visionaries.
"Here, add a grape!"
"Try some of this milk!"
"Wait a minute; should it be all bubbly and carbonated like that?"
I smirked to myself as the lunch bell rang. My friends around me laughed and joked as we walked down the hallway, the general mood of the group quite high. Then again, it always was when we were on our way to band.
When I reached the band room, I opened my spare band locker and stashed the concoction inside. Then I proceeded to assemble my clarinet and forgot completely about the bottle. Until the next Friday.
(A/N: You like? I'll probably continue with the narration, I mean after all, it was a memorable band experience that we'll never forget. ;-)
It had started out innocently enough. A plastic bottle, filled to the brim with lemonade. But it became so much more. So, so much more.
It was lunchtime; that short string of freedom that the administration like to dangle in front of the noses of children, right before they shipped them back off to class. I sat at my lunch table, thoughtfully chewing my cookie, when it had first caught my eye. Thinking fast, I snatched the bottle from the dozing hands of its owner.
"Hey!" Joy yelled.
"What?" I asked, not too innocently.
"Give my lemonade back!"
"Why?"
"Because I'm thirsty!"
I clutched the bottle tighter, not wanting to release my treasure. My eyes drifted over to Rachel, who was fingering a candy bar. It wasn't the candy that held my fascination, however. I looked up at Sarah, who caught the gleam in my eye and grinned.
"Hey Rachel," she began, "can we see your fruit punch?"
Rachel carelessly pushed the bottle over, causing it to roll and slosh on its way over. Sarah hurriedly unscrewed the top of the fruit punch, and I the lemonade.
"What are you doing?!?" Joy questioned, clearly worried about her beloved beverage.
"You're not going to.."
"Oh yes, they're going to." Briana smirked.
Joy could only watch helplessly as Sarah dumped five caps worth of red punch into the lemonade, turning it a dark pink.
"Come on Diana, not again!" Lauren sighed, clearly exasperated.
"I knew that Burger King trip would leave a harmful impact.."
And indeed, I chuckled to myself as I remembered that trip. It had been last Friday, right after school, and before that night's football game. We had a few hours to blow before rehearsal, so Sarah, Lauren, and I trudged down to the Burger King across the street from our school.
We each ordered our respective meals, and sat down to enjoy them. Then it hit me. I popped off the top of my soda, and began to dump salt into the beverage. As we walked back to the school, I held the spoiled soda in my left hand, an evil scheme brewing in my mind.
"Hey Amanda, want a drink?"
Giving myself a shake, I pulled my mind back into the present. My lunch table was filled with shaking heads and sighing, all except one person. Sarah was eyeing my canned fruit, which I had purchased in our cafeteria.
"Add some. Please."
Who was I to refuse such a polite request? I collected a spoonful of fruit juice, and added it in the bottle. Then the table exploded with artistic visionaries.
"Here, add a grape!"
"Try some of this milk!"
"Wait a minute; should it be all bubbly and carbonated like that?"
I smirked to myself as the lunch bell rang. My friends around me laughed and joked as we walked down the hallway, the general mood of the group quite high. Then again, it always was when we were on our way to band.
When I reached the band room, I opened my spare band locker and stashed the concoction inside. Then I proceeded to assemble my clarinet and forgot completely about the bottle. Until the next Friday.
(A/N: You like? I'll probably continue with the narration, I mean after all, it was a memorable band experience that we'll never forget. ;-)