Bring It On! BAND STYLE
By: Yuri
A/N: Here's the last part of the story, and after this I'll post an epilogue. In this chapter, the POW will be punished, and Julia's past will be revealed. Oh yes, just incase you didn't know, this "Kim" girl is actually me. My real name is Kim. Try to count how many times I get hit with stuff! I like to pick on myself.
PART 3: chapter 2
Little did those preps know what was to be in store for them when they woke up in the morning, 4:00 in the morning to be exact.
The band sat around a camp fire outside the band room. Wounds were being treated and wedding plans were being made, then Kim spoke up. "Uh, wait a second! Julia's only a senior! She's 17 years old! She can't get married!" Kim cried as she faced the band director. "And you Mr. Bebop, you're 23!" she added. "Well, uh." he looked back at Julia who nodded her head. "Julia isn't really who you think she is."
The entire band and militia gathered around the fire for. story time with Julia and George!
"You see, I am actually 22 years old," Julia announced. "When I was young, my parents couldn't afford for me to go to school, let alone play an instrument. When I was seven, they told me to wait at the park while they went to go get my teddy bear from the house. I waited for them to come back for nearly an hour, and soon the child protection people came and took me away, to another family that ended up sending me to school, and bought me my first clarinet. But because I started school so late, I had to be held back." She said as she ended the tale.
"Awe!" they all cried, wiping tears from their eyes. Everyone went up by the podium for a big group hug. George turned around trying not to show any weakness during this time. "Alright everyone, it is now 3:59, GET INTO FORMATION NOW!" George yelled. The band all scattered to their sections as George went into the band room to awaken the sleeping preps, and give them the camp day of a lifetime.
George blew his whistle and yelled. "GET UP YOU BUNCH OF LAZY ASSES AND GET OUT THAT DOOR!" he yelled as he handed each prep an instrument. "GET WITH YOUR SECTIONS NOW!" he chased the popular brats out of the band room and into their sections with the band.
The preps were too shocked to protest, so they all did what they were told. Kellian held a flute in her arms, Chase was struggling to hold the four tenor drums up, and the rest of the preps were learning how to play their instruments. They didn't want to however, but they knew better than to argue against a color guard and her saber.
"Ha, you think you can punish me by making me play such a puny instrument?" Kellian laughed. "You're right little missy. DROP AND GIVE ME TEN! And Kim, bring me a trumpet for this little girl." George yelled, taking away Kellian's flute. Kim brought a trumpet over and laid it by her face as Kellian finished her last pushup, then she was taken to the trumpet section.
Julia stepped onto the podium and took out her 'engagement baton'. "HORNS UP!" she yelled. Everyone snapped their instruments up, except for the cheerleaders. Julia had steam coming out of her ears. "Why won't you put your horns up?" she asked the brass cheerleaders. "Our lipstick!" they cried as they pointed to their mouths, which were painted with red or pink. The color guard took out their wooden rifles and stared at the preps, who now decided to listen to Julia. "HORNS UP!" she shouted. EVERYONE did this time, except Chase who shouted, "F**K!" really loud. "Chase, why did you say that?!" George yelled as he glared him down. Chase showed him his bleeding lip. During "horns up" he hit his mouth with the mouth piece really hard. "Go run five laps!" he yelled as he pointed his finger to the track. Chase ran like the wind.
The whole day continued like that, and by the time the sun went down, the POW were locked back into the band room, and the band was to camp outside again.
"I'm hungry" Kim whimpered as she cuddled up by the fire. Julia, Jordan, Nick, and Elaine went to Happy Hal's Happy Hamburgers to get them some dinner. "Kim, why do you complain so much?" Kaitlin asked. "Why do you complain about my complaining?" she retorted. Mr. Bebop rolled his eyes. "Girls, why don't you make yourselves useful like the rest of the band and clean up around here?" he said as he pointed to the rest of the band pushing garbage with push brooms. He handed them a broom and a sweeper and sent them off.
Everyone changed into their pajamas and got into their sleeping bags, but everyone was too excited from the revenge they were going to get. George allowed them to stay up, as long as they were quiet.
Mr. Bebop looked at Julia who was already asleep. He found it hard to imagine that he was going to be waking up next to her for the rest of his life. She looked so pretty to him just then. The glow of the fire cast playful shadows amongst her face. "AWE, HOW ROMANTIC!" Kim squealed getting all heart eyed. Mr. Bebop threw his pillow at her. "HEY!" she cried as she threw it back. "PILLOW FIGHT!" the band screamed as they all took their pillows and started a pillow flying frenzy.
The preps looked out the band room window. "Oh my gosh, they are like so totally immature!" Kellian said.
Mr. Bebop hit the kids upside the head with his pillow. They squealed like little kids as they all tried their best to beat him. It was George against 187 kids. Who would win? Just then, Julia woke up and grabbed her pillow. "GIRLS AGAINST GUYS!" she screamed as they all broke up into teams of guys and girls. The guys all whined. "That's not fair! You have the color guard girls!" the girls rolled their eyes as Julia lead them to pillow fight victory.
By the end of the fight, cotton and feathers were everywhere. Everyone was tired, and they all drifted to sleep without any complaints about not being tired.
(Enter George Bebop's Dream Sequence)
George strolled down the football field, carrying a trombone in his arms. He had played the trombone when he was in high school. Everything was silent, and he was alone. "Something's wrong." he said as he looked around the field. Someone was watching him.
All of the sudden he heard the sound of a clarinet behind him. He turned around and saw nothing. Then he heard the sound of something fall behind him. He turned back around and saw Julia's engagement baton on the grass. He picked it up and started to walk faster to the end zone of the field. Something was waiting there, and he needed to know what it was. He clutched the baton and trombone to his chest as he passed the 100 yard line.
And there stood Coach Jack, grinning evilly. "What did you with Julia?" he asked the coach angrily. He didn't answer. "WHERE'S JULIA DAMMIT?" he asked. The coach pointed to a door. "Open the door, and you will find her." he said before disappearing into thin air. "Shit, this is just like a video game." He said as he reached for the door and opened it.
Julia was there, he hands were bound behind her, and her face was pale. "JULIA!" he cried as he let his trombone crash to the ground along with the baton. "He did this, didn't he?" he cried. Julia looked up at him with sad eyes. "There is no room for music in this world anymore." She whispered. "And without music, there is no need for us." She added as she took in her last breath, and slowly closed her eyes. "NO! THIS ISN'T HAPPENING!!" he cried as he went to put his face in his hands, only to find that his hands were disappearing. Without music, there is no need for us. no need for us. no need.
(End the dream)
George snapped his eyes opened and looked around the camp. Julia was still asleep in her angelic state. "She's right." He whispered to himself. "Without music, there's no need for us, we can't let our music program die!" he shouted triumphantly. "SHUT UP!" the band yelled. Mr. Bebop blushed with embarrassment and slowly went back to sleep.
Mr. Bebop walked into the band room and woke the preps up. "NOW GET IN THOSE UNIFORMS NOW!" he yelled as he pointed to the uniform rack. "Wait, we need to go to the locker rooms!" Alex, the next best cheerleader whined. "No, the band has to change on buses when they go to competitions, there is no girl and boy buss. It's co-ed. NOW CHANGE IN THE UNIFORMS AND GET TO YOUR SECTIONS!" he yelled as he left and slammed the door.
The preps got in the sections with the band. Their hair was all neatly put into their hats, except for Alex's. "Now, now Alex, why is it that you have your ponytail sticking out of your hat?" Mr. Bebop asked in a mocking tone. "Because, I don't want to ruin my beautiful hair!" she protested. "Oh really? Well, now since you couldn't follow my instructions, your hair is REALLY going to be messed up." He smirked as he pulled out a pair of scissors and cut of the ponytail. Alex gasped as she watched her blonde ponytail fall to the ground. "What the hell?!" she asked. "I wrote the instructions of how to dress properly on the band room white board. You should've followed them." He smiled as he went back to the podium to join Julia.
"Play the concert b flat scale, and chromatic scale. Each scale will be in 4/4 time, the tempo is moderato and play each note for two counts." Julia instructed as he lifted her baton. She even counted out loud to help the preps. "1,2,3,4,1,2,3,4!" she shouted, glaring at them. She cut them off as scowled. "WATCH ME!" she screamed at the preps as she brought her arms up again. "This time, play like this, 1 e and a 2 e and a 3 e and a 4 e." she announced. To her amazement, the actually played it right.
After they played lip slurs and drills, Mr. Bebop passed out their new marching diagrams. The band members and color guard all sighed. This march was going to be too easy for them, especially the song!
The preps marched back into the band room and rested after their long days work, but secretly, they were plotting against the band.
Julia, Kim, Elaine, and Kaitlin all gathered around a big bridal catalog. They were trying to decide colors and style of clothing. "I like sea foam green!" Kim smiled as she pointed to one of the pictures. "No, I think navy would be much better." Kaitlin said as she pointed to another.
"Come one girls, we're going shopping!" the rest of the band members said as they pulled them up. A night out on the town with the band, how fun!
Everyone came back from their shopping trip happy. Julia had all the arrangements made, the rings and clothes were bought, and she had registered at Sears! Then, just as they made their way to the school, they saw smoke billowing out of the band area!
They ran to the band room to see it burning to the ground. "NOOO!" George cried as he ran into the room, pulling out instruments and uniforms. "The preps aren't in there!" George yelled. Then he was tackled by someone.
The preps had escaped from the room and set in one fire, and had been waiting to ambush the band. The preps all came at the unsuspecting band, knocking them to the ground, beating each and every one! "George!" Julia yelled as she ran towards the unconscious band director, but was then knocked down by some heavy shadowy figure, knocking her out instantly.
George woke up and groaned. He was tied to a basketball post in the gym. "Glad to see you're awake." Jack smirked. George looked around for the students and Julia, but they were all missing. "Where are they?!" he asked. He felt a sharp pain rip through his side as he strained to get lose from the ropes. "AH!" he cried as he bit his lip. Jack hit George upside the head. "You jackass!" he sneered. "Who the hell do you think you are making my men march out there like a bunch of sissies?" Mr. Bebop closed his eyes. "Answer me dumb shit!" Jack yelled, punching him again. George glared at him through his swollen black eyes.
"First answer mine! WHERE ARE THE OTHERS!" he cried. Jack laughed. "I made sure they were taken care of." he grinned. "You- you killed them?!" he cried in disbelief.
"Of course. You should've seen how pathetic it was. They were begging for mercy as they were being mauled by my men. I took care of Julia myself. Oh yes, she was a hard one alright. She kicked and screamed like a little child when I held her down. She started to pray as I brought my knife up, and before I took the final blow she told me to tell you that she loves you, then KACHING!" he laughed as he moved his finger across his neck. George felt his heart stop when he heard those words. His breath was slower and heavier.
"Awe, is the little sissy band baby gonna cry?" Jack mocked as he watched tears begin to well up. "You murderer," George whispered. "Why do you insist on making us musicians miserable?" he asked. "Why should we be punished for not only doing things we do well, but also things we love?" George asked. Jack stared at him. "Because you are a geek, there is no place for music in this world." He laughed.
Then George felt the ropes on his wrists loosen. "Is that the best you can come up with?" George asked as he played around with the ropes some more. "What do you mean by that?" Jack asked as he took out his FCHS football pocketknife. "You have no real purpose for this!" George yelled. "Oh really?" Jack said stunned. "Good-bye George, have fun in Hell!" Jack's arm came closer to Mr. Bebop's head every second, then the ropes broke.
Jack fell to the ground as the knife was knocked out of his hand by George's baton. George picked his knife up and ran out the doors of the gym, and into the darkness of the school. Something was telling him to hold onto hope, telling him to look for the light.
George ran into the halls of the school, his heart was racing, and there was some voice that told him to keep running. Something inside was giving him hope. Something was telling him that they were all still alive.
George burst into the choir room and gasped. Julia was there, and so were the others! They were tied to chairs and had duct tape over their mouths. Mr. Bebop Untied Julia and took the tape off. "He was bluffing!" he cried happily as he took Julia into his arms. "George!" Julia cried as she hugged him back. "You're all alive!" he said as he began to untie everyone.
"Kellian and Chase told us you killed yourself!" the band cried. Everyone, even Mr. Bebop gathered in for a big group hug. "Julia, Jack told me you were dead, he said all of you were dead!" George exclaimed as he tried to dry his tears.
George swept Julia off her feet and led the band out if the class and to the ruins of the old band room. They all surrounded its ashes and sighed. "Tomorrow I will address the school board." George sighed as he sifted through the ashes. "We'll come too." Julia said smiling. "Everyone, the war is over." Mr. Bebop announced. "But no one won." Nick said. "This was a war that no one could win. It would continue forever, and the hate would never stop." He explained as he looked up towards the sunrise. Julia put a hand on his shoulder and smiled. "That was well said." She kissed his cheek, making him blush. "WOOOOO!" Kim cried. "You're lucky I don't have anything to throw at you!" Mr. Bebop yelled. Everyone chuckled as they all looked up at the sun rising over the hills.
By: Yuri
A/N: Here's the last part of the story, and after this I'll post an epilogue. In this chapter, the POW will be punished, and Julia's past will be revealed. Oh yes, just incase you didn't know, this "Kim" girl is actually me. My real name is Kim. Try to count how many times I get hit with stuff! I like to pick on myself.
PART 3: chapter 2
Little did those preps know what was to be in store for them when they woke up in the morning, 4:00 in the morning to be exact.
The band sat around a camp fire outside the band room. Wounds were being treated and wedding plans were being made, then Kim spoke up. "Uh, wait a second! Julia's only a senior! She's 17 years old! She can't get married!" Kim cried as she faced the band director. "And you Mr. Bebop, you're 23!" she added. "Well, uh." he looked back at Julia who nodded her head. "Julia isn't really who you think she is."
The entire band and militia gathered around the fire for. story time with Julia and George!
"You see, I am actually 22 years old," Julia announced. "When I was young, my parents couldn't afford for me to go to school, let alone play an instrument. When I was seven, they told me to wait at the park while they went to go get my teddy bear from the house. I waited for them to come back for nearly an hour, and soon the child protection people came and took me away, to another family that ended up sending me to school, and bought me my first clarinet. But because I started school so late, I had to be held back." She said as she ended the tale.
"Awe!" they all cried, wiping tears from their eyes. Everyone went up by the podium for a big group hug. George turned around trying not to show any weakness during this time. "Alright everyone, it is now 3:59, GET INTO FORMATION NOW!" George yelled. The band all scattered to their sections as George went into the band room to awaken the sleeping preps, and give them the camp day of a lifetime.
George blew his whistle and yelled. "GET UP YOU BUNCH OF LAZY ASSES AND GET OUT THAT DOOR!" he yelled as he handed each prep an instrument. "GET WITH YOUR SECTIONS NOW!" he chased the popular brats out of the band room and into their sections with the band.
The preps were too shocked to protest, so they all did what they were told. Kellian held a flute in her arms, Chase was struggling to hold the four tenor drums up, and the rest of the preps were learning how to play their instruments. They didn't want to however, but they knew better than to argue against a color guard and her saber.
"Ha, you think you can punish me by making me play such a puny instrument?" Kellian laughed. "You're right little missy. DROP AND GIVE ME TEN! And Kim, bring me a trumpet for this little girl." George yelled, taking away Kellian's flute. Kim brought a trumpet over and laid it by her face as Kellian finished her last pushup, then she was taken to the trumpet section.
Julia stepped onto the podium and took out her 'engagement baton'. "HORNS UP!" she yelled. Everyone snapped their instruments up, except for the cheerleaders. Julia had steam coming out of her ears. "Why won't you put your horns up?" she asked the brass cheerleaders. "Our lipstick!" they cried as they pointed to their mouths, which were painted with red or pink. The color guard took out their wooden rifles and stared at the preps, who now decided to listen to Julia. "HORNS UP!" she shouted. EVERYONE did this time, except Chase who shouted, "F**K!" really loud. "Chase, why did you say that?!" George yelled as he glared him down. Chase showed him his bleeding lip. During "horns up" he hit his mouth with the mouth piece really hard. "Go run five laps!" he yelled as he pointed his finger to the track. Chase ran like the wind.
The whole day continued like that, and by the time the sun went down, the POW were locked back into the band room, and the band was to camp outside again.
"I'm hungry" Kim whimpered as she cuddled up by the fire. Julia, Jordan, Nick, and Elaine went to Happy Hal's Happy Hamburgers to get them some dinner. "Kim, why do you complain so much?" Kaitlin asked. "Why do you complain about my complaining?" she retorted. Mr. Bebop rolled his eyes. "Girls, why don't you make yourselves useful like the rest of the band and clean up around here?" he said as he pointed to the rest of the band pushing garbage with push brooms. He handed them a broom and a sweeper and sent them off.
Everyone changed into their pajamas and got into their sleeping bags, but everyone was too excited from the revenge they were going to get. George allowed them to stay up, as long as they were quiet.
Mr. Bebop looked at Julia who was already asleep. He found it hard to imagine that he was going to be waking up next to her for the rest of his life. She looked so pretty to him just then. The glow of the fire cast playful shadows amongst her face. "AWE, HOW ROMANTIC!" Kim squealed getting all heart eyed. Mr. Bebop threw his pillow at her. "HEY!" she cried as she threw it back. "PILLOW FIGHT!" the band screamed as they all took their pillows and started a pillow flying frenzy.
The preps looked out the band room window. "Oh my gosh, they are like so totally immature!" Kellian said.
Mr. Bebop hit the kids upside the head with his pillow. They squealed like little kids as they all tried their best to beat him. It was George against 187 kids. Who would win? Just then, Julia woke up and grabbed her pillow. "GIRLS AGAINST GUYS!" she screamed as they all broke up into teams of guys and girls. The guys all whined. "That's not fair! You have the color guard girls!" the girls rolled their eyes as Julia lead them to pillow fight victory.
By the end of the fight, cotton and feathers were everywhere. Everyone was tired, and they all drifted to sleep without any complaints about not being tired.
(Enter George Bebop's Dream Sequence)
George strolled down the football field, carrying a trombone in his arms. He had played the trombone when he was in high school. Everything was silent, and he was alone. "Something's wrong." he said as he looked around the field. Someone was watching him.
All of the sudden he heard the sound of a clarinet behind him. He turned around and saw nothing. Then he heard the sound of something fall behind him. He turned back around and saw Julia's engagement baton on the grass. He picked it up and started to walk faster to the end zone of the field. Something was waiting there, and he needed to know what it was. He clutched the baton and trombone to his chest as he passed the 100 yard line.
And there stood Coach Jack, grinning evilly. "What did you with Julia?" he asked the coach angrily. He didn't answer. "WHERE'S JULIA DAMMIT?" he asked. The coach pointed to a door. "Open the door, and you will find her." he said before disappearing into thin air. "Shit, this is just like a video game." He said as he reached for the door and opened it.
Julia was there, he hands were bound behind her, and her face was pale. "JULIA!" he cried as he let his trombone crash to the ground along with the baton. "He did this, didn't he?" he cried. Julia looked up at him with sad eyes. "There is no room for music in this world anymore." She whispered. "And without music, there is no need for us." She added as she took in her last breath, and slowly closed her eyes. "NO! THIS ISN'T HAPPENING!!" he cried as he went to put his face in his hands, only to find that his hands were disappearing. Without music, there is no need for us. no need for us. no need.
(End the dream)
George snapped his eyes opened and looked around the camp. Julia was still asleep in her angelic state. "She's right." He whispered to himself. "Without music, there's no need for us, we can't let our music program die!" he shouted triumphantly. "SHUT UP!" the band yelled. Mr. Bebop blushed with embarrassment and slowly went back to sleep.
Mr. Bebop walked into the band room and woke the preps up. "NOW GET IN THOSE UNIFORMS NOW!" he yelled as he pointed to the uniform rack. "Wait, we need to go to the locker rooms!" Alex, the next best cheerleader whined. "No, the band has to change on buses when they go to competitions, there is no girl and boy buss. It's co-ed. NOW CHANGE IN THE UNIFORMS AND GET TO YOUR SECTIONS!" he yelled as he left and slammed the door.
The preps got in the sections with the band. Their hair was all neatly put into their hats, except for Alex's. "Now, now Alex, why is it that you have your ponytail sticking out of your hat?" Mr. Bebop asked in a mocking tone. "Because, I don't want to ruin my beautiful hair!" she protested. "Oh really? Well, now since you couldn't follow my instructions, your hair is REALLY going to be messed up." He smirked as he pulled out a pair of scissors and cut of the ponytail. Alex gasped as she watched her blonde ponytail fall to the ground. "What the hell?!" she asked. "I wrote the instructions of how to dress properly on the band room white board. You should've followed them." He smiled as he went back to the podium to join Julia.
"Play the concert b flat scale, and chromatic scale. Each scale will be in 4/4 time, the tempo is moderato and play each note for two counts." Julia instructed as he lifted her baton. She even counted out loud to help the preps. "1,2,3,4,1,2,3,4!" she shouted, glaring at them. She cut them off as scowled. "WATCH ME!" she screamed at the preps as she brought her arms up again. "This time, play like this, 1 e and a 2 e and a 3 e and a 4 e." she announced. To her amazement, the actually played it right.
After they played lip slurs and drills, Mr. Bebop passed out their new marching diagrams. The band members and color guard all sighed. This march was going to be too easy for them, especially the song!
The preps marched back into the band room and rested after their long days work, but secretly, they were plotting against the band.
Julia, Kim, Elaine, and Kaitlin all gathered around a big bridal catalog. They were trying to decide colors and style of clothing. "I like sea foam green!" Kim smiled as she pointed to one of the pictures. "No, I think navy would be much better." Kaitlin said as she pointed to another.
"Come one girls, we're going shopping!" the rest of the band members said as they pulled them up. A night out on the town with the band, how fun!
Everyone came back from their shopping trip happy. Julia had all the arrangements made, the rings and clothes were bought, and she had registered at Sears! Then, just as they made their way to the school, they saw smoke billowing out of the band area!
They ran to the band room to see it burning to the ground. "NOOO!" George cried as he ran into the room, pulling out instruments and uniforms. "The preps aren't in there!" George yelled. Then he was tackled by someone.
The preps had escaped from the room and set in one fire, and had been waiting to ambush the band. The preps all came at the unsuspecting band, knocking them to the ground, beating each and every one! "George!" Julia yelled as she ran towards the unconscious band director, but was then knocked down by some heavy shadowy figure, knocking her out instantly.
George woke up and groaned. He was tied to a basketball post in the gym. "Glad to see you're awake." Jack smirked. George looked around for the students and Julia, but they were all missing. "Where are they?!" he asked. He felt a sharp pain rip through his side as he strained to get lose from the ropes. "AH!" he cried as he bit his lip. Jack hit George upside the head. "You jackass!" he sneered. "Who the hell do you think you are making my men march out there like a bunch of sissies?" Mr. Bebop closed his eyes. "Answer me dumb shit!" Jack yelled, punching him again. George glared at him through his swollen black eyes.
"First answer mine! WHERE ARE THE OTHERS!" he cried. Jack laughed. "I made sure they were taken care of." he grinned. "You- you killed them?!" he cried in disbelief.
"Of course. You should've seen how pathetic it was. They were begging for mercy as they were being mauled by my men. I took care of Julia myself. Oh yes, she was a hard one alright. She kicked and screamed like a little child when I held her down. She started to pray as I brought my knife up, and before I took the final blow she told me to tell you that she loves you, then KACHING!" he laughed as he moved his finger across his neck. George felt his heart stop when he heard those words. His breath was slower and heavier.
"Awe, is the little sissy band baby gonna cry?" Jack mocked as he watched tears begin to well up. "You murderer," George whispered. "Why do you insist on making us musicians miserable?" he asked. "Why should we be punished for not only doing things we do well, but also things we love?" George asked. Jack stared at him. "Because you are a geek, there is no place for music in this world." He laughed.
Then George felt the ropes on his wrists loosen. "Is that the best you can come up with?" George asked as he played around with the ropes some more. "What do you mean by that?" Jack asked as he took out his FCHS football pocketknife. "You have no real purpose for this!" George yelled. "Oh really?" Jack said stunned. "Good-bye George, have fun in Hell!" Jack's arm came closer to Mr. Bebop's head every second, then the ropes broke.
Jack fell to the ground as the knife was knocked out of his hand by George's baton. George picked his knife up and ran out the doors of the gym, and into the darkness of the school. Something was telling him to hold onto hope, telling him to look for the light.
George ran into the halls of the school, his heart was racing, and there was some voice that told him to keep running. Something inside was giving him hope. Something was telling him that they were all still alive.
George burst into the choir room and gasped. Julia was there, and so were the others! They were tied to chairs and had duct tape over their mouths. Mr. Bebop Untied Julia and took the tape off. "He was bluffing!" he cried happily as he took Julia into his arms. "George!" Julia cried as she hugged him back. "You're all alive!" he said as he began to untie everyone.
"Kellian and Chase told us you killed yourself!" the band cried. Everyone, even Mr. Bebop gathered in for a big group hug. "Julia, Jack told me you were dead, he said all of you were dead!" George exclaimed as he tried to dry his tears.
George swept Julia off her feet and led the band out if the class and to the ruins of the old band room. They all surrounded its ashes and sighed. "Tomorrow I will address the school board." George sighed as he sifted through the ashes. "We'll come too." Julia said smiling. "Everyone, the war is over." Mr. Bebop announced. "But no one won." Nick said. "This was a war that no one could win. It would continue forever, and the hate would never stop." He explained as he looked up towards the sunrise. Julia put a hand on his shoulder and smiled. "That was well said." She kissed his cheek, making him blush. "WOOOOO!" Kim cried. "You're lucky I don't have anything to throw at you!" Mr. Bebop yelled. Everyone chuckled as they all looked up at the sun rising over the hills.
