[A/N]: I'm going to be skipping time a lot in this chapter, and probably more to come, and I'm going to try and update at least once every other day. Hopefully! Don't be angry if I don't. And I'll make you cookies if you review, whatever kind you want!
I trudged down the hall to the band room, really wishing I could skip practice. The only reason I ever went anymore is because I might be able to hang out with Canton. Or my newfound best friend, Marcus. I knew I'd have to run, I had been changing and Mr. Bailey knew that I took forever to change. And he also knew that I absolutely hated running. But no, God forbid anything unplanned happen. I quickly put my saxophone together and donned my neck strap as I ran down the steep hill trying not to bump my instrument on anything. Sure enough, my face brightened when I saw that both Canton & Marcus had made it to practice that day. And then it reddened when I realized that I would have to embarrass myself by running in front of them. "Damn you, Bailey," I cursed under my breath, as I set my sax down and started sprinting.
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I cursed again after practice, for about the fiftieth time that afternoon, as I listened to Mr. Bailey say that since I had decided to be late for practice, the whole band would run five laps around the track and the entire saxophone line had to help with pit every day for the rest of the week. I sat my saxophone down on the pit cart and crossed my arms defiantly. "Victoria. Run. Now. It's your fault anyway." I shook my head slowly. "I don't think so, Mr. Bailey," I said, with a sardonic laugh, "Unless you want me to puke all over your fancy new purple button-up & tie." He stepped toward me, as if to hit me, but backed down quickly. I picked up my saxophone and walked up the hill alone.
