The note was written on the back of a copy of the French horn All-State
solo, and it looked like a girl's writing. After some clever thinking on
Karyn's part, it was decided that the only person to fit the description of
this kidnapper was Heather. Karyn was confused, yet again.
"Why would Heather do something like this?" Karyn wondered aloud, "after all, I thought she was supposed to be the responsible drum major...or something like that."
Chelsea grabbed her clarinet case and guard flag, ready to use either one for a weapon.
"Come on you guys, we have to hunt her down and...and...beat her up!!"
"Yeah!" a group of freshmen chorused.
Karyn just rolled her eyes.
"How...daring," she said sarcastically.
"Hey! That isn't very nice!" said Emily, the freshman clarinetist. Karyn just gave her a Look, and she shut up. Nobody liked her (except for Amanda, but everyone liked her even less), so they didn't care how she was treated.
"But...but you can't beat up Heather! Heather's perfect! I want to be just like her!" Amanda exclaimed. Everyone ignored her ramblings for a while, but someone finally had the sense to stuff her into a horn cubby.
After that annoyance was eliminated, Karyn, Jennyfer, and Chelsea all decided to track down Heather and question her. Chelsea and Jennyfer took the guard's T-poles as weapons, and Karyn stole Bame's trombone, for lack of anything better. She would have taken a tuba, but those were too heavy.
For about an hour, they searched fruitlessly around the school for the drum major, but she was nowhere to be found, even though her car was there. Finally, it was Chelsea who had the bright idea to search the Place, and Karyn decided she could trust it's secret with Jennyfer.
"Why are WE doing this?" Karyn asked.
"Because we have to find Brittney before Heather does something really bad to her," Chelsea explained.
Jennyfer rolled her eyes, "This seems kind of pointless to me."
"There is no pointless..." Karyn murmured, mostly to herself.
As they were descending the staircase, a sound was heard. A familiar sound. It was someone giggling...and it wasn't hard to tell who that someone was.
"Are you...TICKLISH?" A familiar, yet demented-sounding voice asked. The reply was more giggling.
The room was now in plain sight. Brittney was strapped to a wooden crate, giggling helplessly, while Heather, who looked a bit crazed, stood over Brittney, tickling her. Scattered around the room were all the missing band members, except for Mallie. They were bound and blindfolded, and they were most likely very confused.
Jennyfer did some kind of complicated-looking twirl of her pole, and she promptly bonked Heather over the head, knocking her unconscious. Brittney's giggles gradually subsided.
Meanwhile, Karyn and Chelsea untied everybody, but left them blindfolded until they were led safely to the middle of the bandroom.
"Matt, where is Maggie-Alex?" Karyn asked.
"Merle? She got food poisoning or something...I don't know."
"And you didn't have anything to do with this?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"No."
Karyn walked away, exasperated at the stupidity of the tubas (except for Mal, of course), but she decided that she wouldn't worry about it too much.
She went back downstairs and helped tie Heather up and hide her on top of the clarinet cubbies upstairs. Jennyfer had found out that Heather just wanted all competition out of the way so she could have the highest chair score. She had known about the secret Place long before Karyn found it, so that explained why everyone was down there.
"So...some people will do anything to get their way," Karyn commented.
"Yeah, kind of like you," Chelsea replied.
Karyn glared, and she menacingly advanced toward Chelsea. It was a sure sign that everything was normal again.
But what is "normal"?
"Why would Heather do something like this?" Karyn wondered aloud, "after all, I thought she was supposed to be the responsible drum major...or something like that."
Chelsea grabbed her clarinet case and guard flag, ready to use either one for a weapon.
"Come on you guys, we have to hunt her down and...and...beat her up!!"
"Yeah!" a group of freshmen chorused.
Karyn just rolled her eyes.
"How...daring," she said sarcastically.
"Hey! That isn't very nice!" said Emily, the freshman clarinetist. Karyn just gave her a Look, and she shut up. Nobody liked her (except for Amanda, but everyone liked her even less), so they didn't care how she was treated.
"But...but you can't beat up Heather! Heather's perfect! I want to be just like her!" Amanda exclaimed. Everyone ignored her ramblings for a while, but someone finally had the sense to stuff her into a horn cubby.
After that annoyance was eliminated, Karyn, Jennyfer, and Chelsea all decided to track down Heather and question her. Chelsea and Jennyfer took the guard's T-poles as weapons, and Karyn stole Bame's trombone, for lack of anything better. She would have taken a tuba, but those were too heavy.
For about an hour, they searched fruitlessly around the school for the drum major, but she was nowhere to be found, even though her car was there. Finally, it was Chelsea who had the bright idea to search the Place, and Karyn decided she could trust it's secret with Jennyfer.
"Why are WE doing this?" Karyn asked.
"Because we have to find Brittney before Heather does something really bad to her," Chelsea explained.
Jennyfer rolled her eyes, "This seems kind of pointless to me."
"There is no pointless..." Karyn murmured, mostly to herself.
As they were descending the staircase, a sound was heard. A familiar sound. It was someone giggling...and it wasn't hard to tell who that someone was.
"Are you...TICKLISH?" A familiar, yet demented-sounding voice asked. The reply was more giggling.
The room was now in plain sight. Brittney was strapped to a wooden crate, giggling helplessly, while Heather, who looked a bit crazed, stood over Brittney, tickling her. Scattered around the room were all the missing band members, except for Mallie. They were bound and blindfolded, and they were most likely very confused.
Jennyfer did some kind of complicated-looking twirl of her pole, and she promptly bonked Heather over the head, knocking her unconscious. Brittney's giggles gradually subsided.
Meanwhile, Karyn and Chelsea untied everybody, but left them blindfolded until they were led safely to the middle of the bandroom.
"Matt, where is Maggie-Alex?" Karyn asked.
"Merle? She got food poisoning or something...I don't know."
"And you didn't have anything to do with this?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"No."
Karyn walked away, exasperated at the stupidity of the tubas (except for Mal, of course), but she decided that she wouldn't worry about it too much.
She went back downstairs and helped tie Heather up and hide her on top of the clarinet cubbies upstairs. Jennyfer had found out that Heather just wanted all competition out of the way so she could have the highest chair score. She had known about the secret Place long before Karyn found it, so that explained why everyone was down there.
"So...some people will do anything to get their way," Karyn commented.
"Yeah, kind of like you," Chelsea replied.
Karyn glared, and she menacingly advanced toward Chelsea. It was a sure sign that everything was normal again.
But what is "normal"?
