Hey, fellow readers! I know it's been a long time, and I'm really, truly sorry about that, but I've been on severe writers block with this story. I will try to get chapter 11 out to you as soon as I can. Here's a little snippet. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING
Chapter Eleven:
Annabeth's POV
Today was going to be an amazing day. I just knew it. Luke had a football game, and I was going to be playing my instrument at halftime with the marching band. Today was my first day doing marching band, since the seventh graders now did marching band with the eighth graders. The eighth graders severely disliked it, but I had no idea why. I, for one, loved it. Luke was my boyfriend, and I couldn't wait to see him play, and I was also really excited for him to hear me play my instrument, the clarinet. It was a win-win situation for me.
We were in band class, practicing Everybody Talks, (A/N: best band song I play. I love it. It's by Neon Trees, and is an amazing song that y'all should totally listen to) when our band director said that it was time to put away our instruments. I glanced at the clock. We only had, like, two minutes! I hurriedly put away my million-part instrument. I had just finished packing up when the bell rang, signaling the end of the day. I put my clarinet and music in my band locker, then rushed to my locker to get my backpack and get packed up. Once I was done, I rushed back to the band class to talk with my friend, Silena, before we had to practice a bit before going outside.
"You excited about the halftime show?" I asked her.
"Yeah. And, let's see, you are too. You're super excited because you want to see Luke play football, and you want him the hear you play." She told me.
"How do you always know what I'm thinking? Are you sure you're not a mind reader?" I asked her.
"I never said I wasn't." She smirked, winking at me. "Anyway, you just aren't that hard to read, Annabeth. I can see it on your face. You're like an open book." She told me.
"Ugh. Was it really that obvious?" I asked, hoping it wasn't. Hoping that it was just her weird love-sense thing. She likes to call herself a love expert, and, every so often, I go along with her, and she looks at people, then tells me exactly what their love life is. It's really strange. The thing is, she's never wrong.
"No, not really. I'm just good at reading you, Annabeth." She admitted. "Plus, I am a love expert." She winked.
"Okay, guys! Time to put put your instruments together so we can go through a quick run through of what we're doing outside. After that, we're going outside to sit in the bleachers while we wait for halftime. Everybody Talks is first, followed by The Hey Song. Our last song will be the school fight song. Please have your music in order before we go outside." Our band director, Mr. Webster told us. I got out my case, opened it, and put my instrument together, making sure I didn't forget the lyre. I always forget the lyre. Once we were all ready, we went through all the songs, then we went outside.
HALFTIME
Finally, after what seemed like forever, it was halftime. We marched to our numbers, keeping in our line and saying, "left, left, left, right, left." Over and over. When we got to our numbers, we stopped, but kept counting time. Then, the drummers started plays the beat, and, after a few seconds, we started marching to our spots on the line. Left, left, left, right, left.
Once we got to our spot, we stood at attention until it was time to start our first song, Everybody Talks. "BAND, HORNS UP!" Mr. Webster said to us.
"AND UP!" We echoed back in perfect unison. Then, we started playing.
When we finished playing, I was ecstatic. I did so well! I went back to the bleachers to put my instrument away, then I went back to my spot at the bleachers to watch the rest of the game. Silena sat next to me. "You did amazing! I'm sure of it!" She told me.
"Same to you." I responded, then I focused my attention back on the game.
~LittleMissReader36
