I hope anyone reading this can point out to me some great ways to improve my writing. I'm young, and this is the first thing I have ever felt confident to release, so any constructive critisizm is welcomed. Please enjoy.

Chapter Two: Green Lakes

"Coming in third place with a score of 94.366...Aapolis Beach Lions!"

"Shit…that's neat…"

Ryan Lelgen is pissed. Third place? This is unheard of for the Lions. A defeat like this one comes in the wake of their Band Director leaving town unannounced. Apparently Mr. Philips had a lover someplace and set off to live with her before the end of Marching Season.

Ryan looked over to his Assistant Drum Major Roger Griffith as he accepted the bronze trophy from the Band Association President. He walked back over in front of the Band and took his place next to Ryan with a blank look on his face so unreadable, he could be in serious pain and you would never know. He always thought Roger would be good at poker…

"Coming in second place with a score of 95.334...The Fort Luke Bandits!"

"You know that score is utter crap dude." said Roger looking next to him at Ryan. He just nodded his head in acknowledgement. The Bandits taking second after placing fifth for as long as both of them could remember?

"Now with a final score of 98.964 taking home first place…The Green Lakes Watchmen!"

"Our rivals taking first? Remember them at homecoming four weeks ago? Their Drumline could barely hold sticks." Ryan yelled over the screaming crowd. It was clear Green Lakes was the favorite tonight with the audience because you could hear all of the girls screaming their friends name in the Band.

"They are probably laughing at beating us Ryan… you know they haven't done so in like, four years? Mentioned Roger.

"Yea well, they will have the bragging rights until next season. They don't dare compete in Winter Guard…" Ryan explained.

It was true. Green Lakes has been the arch rival of Aapolis Beach since both were founded little over forty years ago. Not until Ryan and Roger's Band Director left, had Green Lakes got close to rivaling them. Without the direction of Mr. Philips the Band has gotten out of the right path despite the best efforts of their Drum Majors and section leaders.

Four years strait Aapolis Beach has taken home the gold in the regional's. Now Green Lakes is knocking on their back door.

Ryan turned to his one hundred thirteen member strong Band and signaled for attention.

"Band! Atten-hut!" A Corus of Lions came back in a powerful shout, the Band snapping into attention obviously distressed for only taking away only third.

He then had the Band about-face and exit the football field towards the parking lot. Of course Ryan could see Roger exchanging words with the Green Lakes Drum Majors.

"That kid is going to get himself in trouble one of these days." Ryan muttered under his breath ushering his Band through the lot. Roger returned about one minute later jogging, with a nasty grin on his face.

"Those Green Lakes boys are talking mad trash!" he huffed, stepping up into the bus past Ryan who was standing next to the doors.

"You know you don't have to listen to it right? We have twice the amount of tittles than them, and they can't even compete on our level in WGI so they don't even attempt it. Stop listening to their bull." Ryan told him as they took their seats in the front of the bus.

Ryan took the clipboard from the seat and turned around to count the number of people aboard. When the numbers checked out, he sat down.

"Yea man I know what you're saying, but I don't like that. They know we are better than them, but now they act like they're the big shots.." Roger said back.

"Well you're going to have to learn something real fast. They obtained bragging rights for the rest of the year, just like you came into this Band with already. Those kids won fare and square. We took first place my freshmen year in this Band, so we stepped up our game in order to get first place again. So we did. For my freshmen to sophomore year. You came here into a winning Band, don't forget that. Now we need to get it back. I've got one more year left, so I intend to use it." Ryan explained all the wile reading the score sheet.

"You ever run out of breath dude? I get it now." Laughed Roger.

"I'm just saying man. We need to get a new Director, and still compete through the Winter Guard Season."

Roger just looked away from his babbling friend and gazed out the window. It was a humid November night in Florida and so the window was glazed with condensation. Of course, Roger put a smiley-face on it.

Regardless on the ammount of people who decide to read my story and/follow it, I will update as soon as I get a new chapter written. Ch 3 is incomming!