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Chapter Fourteen- It Came From The Black Lagoon

BOTH:
There's been some confusion
For you see, my roommate is,

GLINDA:
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar
And altogether quite impossible to describe-
ELPHABA:
Blonde.

What Is This Feeling?-Wicked

"SECTION LEADERS OFF THE BUS NOW!" Megan screamed from outside. An indoor guard member herself, she was on the guard bus. Stepping over Rachel, I grabbed my backpack and hurried off the bus. The wrath of Megan was not one to be taken lightly.

Stumbling off the bus, I walked over to Megan where the most of the section leaders were. Megan glanced around at all of us, as if taking a mental head count. She walked back over to the drumline bus and got on. We all watched, amused, as Megan lead Noah out by his ear.

"Ow ow ow ow, Meggie cut your fingernails will you?!" Noah pleaded with his girlfriend. She didn't let up. When Noah was situated in the section leader circle and rubbing his now-red ear, Megan started to speak.

"Okay guys, we've got to help unload the trucks and the buses. Get everyone into sections and then give them their cabin assignments. I've got them all right here." She reached into her bag and pulled out manila envelopes with section names on them. "The master lists are in here saying where everyone's staying. We did our bests to keep everyone with their friends, but you know…things happen." Megan looked at me when she said that. That can't be good. Megan handed out everyone's folder, telling us that there were instructions inside saying when we'd be out patrolling the camp at night. She dismissed us, asking that Noah, Sean and I help get instruments out of the truck. Megan must have obviously forgotten that Sean nearly dropped a tuba on me, but oh well. Abby was assigned to help the freshmen, so we wouldn't have much contact with each other.

The three of us walked to the truck, parked just before the buses and with help from the driver, opened it. The pit captain, Sam, came over from where he was gathering his section to help us with the more delicate instruments (he had witness my near tuba induced concussion, so it was probably a good idea). We dragged the battery drums out first, since they were packed towards the front, and worked our way back. Most of the flutes, pics, and clarinets carried their instruments with them on the bus, so all we had to worry about were the bigger expensive instruments. Lining up the trumpets and altos so they were in general sections, we took longer getting out the low winds, tubas, trombones, and baritones off, since they were a lot heavier compared to an alto. I resisted the urge to give Christian's tenor a strong kick; it wasn't the sax's fault that its player was a heartbreaking naïve jerk and it would probably do more pain then good.

After shutting the truck back up, I grabbed Walt and with one hand opened my cabin assignments. I scanned down my list, quickly noting that Natalie was in my cabin, along with a few of my friends in the guard, and my insane piccolo playing friend. Seemed like we weren't going to get a lot of sleep for two weeks-someone was bound to have large amounts of sugar on them. My bet was it would be Kristen, the piccolo player. She was like Rachel, only with a more painful instrument. I walked over to my section and ran down the list of rules and handed out room assignments and told everyone to get their instruments. As the boys (and Adri) sprinted off to get their stuff, I found myself getting tackled by Rachel.

"We're in the same cabin!!" She yelled happily. Rachel got excited easily. She put down my duffle bag (which she had gotten for me while I was unloading instruments) and pulled out her cabin list.

"I only got a chance to look at it really fast, cause I wanted to get our stuff before it got trampled…" We huddled over the list. Silence fell between us as we read the list. We finished at the same time, and stared at each other in horror.

"WHAT?!" We both screamed. I grabbed the list to see if my eyes were misleading me and that it was a trick of the light, but no-it was right there. At the very bottom of the sheet was 'Abigail Kramer-Junior, Flute'. Rachel was running around in a little circle in anger and panic. Abby was her cousin after all, so she had spent days at her house while her parents were away, and she said that staying with her cousin was torture. And according to her, it wasn't any better when Abby came to stay. I believed her.

Abby was an absolute nightmare. She's a perfectionist with everything, and she doesn't know when to shut her mouth. Some of that (okay, well all) could apply to me, but at least I was friendly with my section. Abby was a drill sergeant (which I will become at band camp, I know it. But Abby was a drill sergeant outside of band too. At least I was nice! To some people anyway…). What really annoyed me was how she talked down to people-even people in her grade and seniors! She didn't have a lot of fans in the marching band.

And there was the undeniable fact that Christian was her umpteenth boyfriend and she was the reason James stopped talking to me all those years ago…

Okay, Sydney, calm down. None of her friends are in your cabin. Chances are she'll be gone most of the time.

Or she'll bring them to your cabin.

If she does we'll blare loud music.

What if they like the music?

They won't. It'll be Weird Al. Or Monty Python.

What kind of person doesn't like Weird Al or Monty Python?

The stupid kind. The Abby kind.

While the voices in my head argued about Weird Al and Monty Python (I swear I'm not going crazy…not yet anyway), Rachel and I walked over to Cabin 5. We knew exactly where it was, since it was the cabin we stayed in our freshman year. A couple other people were already there. I recognized them-Laura; one of the most skilled rifle tossers I've ever seen and a shoe-in for next year's guard captain, Kristen (whose insanity was second only to Rachel), Missy; a good friend of mine who was second tenor in jazz band and an all around cool person, and in the back of the room was none other then the root of all evil herself-Abby Kramer.

Abby glared at us when we walked in as if we were carriers of the plague. Missy and Kirsten bounded over to see us. Laura was spinning her rifle but smiled at us as we dropped our stuff onto the bunk next to Missy's and Kirsten's. Rachel scrambled up to the top while I made myself at home on the bottom one. Missy and I talked for a bit and watched as Natalie attempted to put a poster on the ceiling. It didn't go as she planned, and we became on the receiving end of some nasty Abby comments. Missy threw Abby a dirty look, and reminded her how she didn't get into jazz band on flute.

Catfight!

Thankfully, there wasn't one, but Abby looked furious. She had barely missed jazz band, thanks to the sudden audition of a freakishly good sophomore who beat out Abby by a half a point. The sophomore, who is in the band, decided to march alto sax this year, which was probably a good idea because Abby was not a happy camper when she found out she didn't make it. 'Ready to kill' would be a good way to describe her-then and now.

After a stare down between the two girls, Abby turned her back and went back to her book. We haven't even been here half an hour, and I was afraid to go to sleep because she knew where I slept! I turned to Missy.

"So should we open up a bet to see who will be the first one Abby kills?"

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