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The Section Wars
Chapter 14: Mommy's Departure
The downpour was continuing on through the morning, and the war had been postponed due to the awful weather. The river was overflowing, and had flooded the SSLB base, so the low brass were forced to talk about their schemes in the cafeteria.
"Why is the weather so crappy?" Justin (bass clarinet) asked. He was in a whiny mood, like every other day of his life.
"Because it's Texas. The weather is always crappy, even when it's nice." Said Charlie, laughing at Justin's stupidity, then pointing to the entrance of the cafeteria. Scott was leading a line of trumpets, floboes, and saxes into the lunch room.
The trumpets sat at their usual table, glaring at the low brass from across the room. The saxes joined them, but sat in deep conversation with the French horns, who were giving dismayed looks towards the other table.
"What? The French horns are on their side now? The traitors!" Kyle was yelling. "Then again, they weren't much help anyway…"
"Kyle! We need every person we can get, especially since Cory is gone and Robbie disappeared," Justin was reprimanding him.
"Yeah, well he's not gone anymore. Look!"
Robbie walked in and sat between the saxes and the trumpets at the high brass table. (Now I definitely mean the ones on drugs ;-D ) He looked over once, then turned and began talking to James and Becky, the drum majors.
"What is he doing over there?!" Mike was wide-eyed with shock at the treason that was occurring beneath their noses.
Scott abruptly stood up from his table, shoving his chair back with rage. He had been talking to the floboes, and now marched (literally) over to the low brass table.
"Justin! We need to talk!" He glared at the boner with fire in his eyes, and a malicious and toothy snarl that could have killed. "Where is Joanna? The flutes said that she didn't come back to the cabin last night."
"Why, I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," Justin said sarcastically. "I didn't even see her yesterday."
"That is a lie! Mommy went to meet you in the clearing last night!" Lindsey (flute) shouted.
"Well, if you insist…" Justin motioned to the tubas, and they ran out of the room. A few minutes later, they came in dragging Joanna behind them, tied with ropes and mouth duct taped shut. She was struggling, but could not break from the grasp of the tubas.
"We thought you might want to make a trade." Justin said. Thunder erupted loudly outside and announced the lingering storm. "We will trade your flute section leader for our French horns."
"There is no trade," Scott retorted angrily. "Your French horns chose to join our side peacefully. Now give Joanna back, or face the consequences!"
"Well, looks like you'll be short one flute then."
Scott glared irately, and walked away slowly. "Looks like you're the new flute leader," he mentioned towards Holley, still angered from his dealings with Justin.
Suddenly lightning flashed, and thunder cracked. The lights went out with a flash, and the entire cafeteria was laden with darkness. Everyone was panicking and bumping into things. Out of nowhere, there was a large splashing sound, and an extremely loud screech.
The lights came back on, and there was a popped balloon in Joanna's lap. She was drenched with slide oil, and had a look of anguish on her face. Scott was nowhere to be seen. The flutes rushed over and began to cry at Joanna's feet. She had been hit, and was out of the fight for good…
The Section Wars
Chapter 14: Mommy's Departure
The downpour was continuing on through the morning, and the war had been postponed due to the awful weather. The river was overflowing, and had flooded the SSLB base, so the low brass were forced to talk about their schemes in the cafeteria.
"Why is the weather so crappy?" Justin (bass clarinet) asked. He was in a whiny mood, like every other day of his life.
"Because it's Texas. The weather is always crappy, even when it's nice." Said Charlie, laughing at Justin's stupidity, then pointing to the entrance of the cafeteria. Scott was leading a line of trumpets, floboes, and saxes into the lunch room.
The trumpets sat at their usual table, glaring at the low brass from across the room. The saxes joined them, but sat in deep conversation with the French horns, who were giving dismayed looks towards the other table.
"What? The French horns are on their side now? The traitors!" Kyle was yelling. "Then again, they weren't much help anyway…"
"Kyle! We need every person we can get, especially since Cory is gone and Robbie disappeared," Justin was reprimanding him.
"Yeah, well he's not gone anymore. Look!"
Robbie walked in and sat between the saxes and the trumpets at the high brass table. (Now I definitely mean the ones on drugs ;-D ) He looked over once, then turned and began talking to James and Becky, the drum majors.
"What is he doing over there?!" Mike was wide-eyed with shock at the treason that was occurring beneath their noses.
Scott abruptly stood up from his table, shoving his chair back with rage. He had been talking to the floboes, and now marched (literally) over to the low brass table.
"Justin! We need to talk!" He glared at the boner with fire in his eyes, and a malicious and toothy snarl that could have killed. "Where is Joanna? The flutes said that she didn't come back to the cabin last night."
"Why, I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," Justin said sarcastically. "I didn't even see her yesterday."
"That is a lie! Mommy went to meet you in the clearing last night!" Lindsey (flute) shouted.
"Well, if you insist…" Justin motioned to the tubas, and they ran out of the room. A few minutes later, they came in dragging Joanna behind them, tied with ropes and mouth duct taped shut. She was struggling, but could not break from the grasp of the tubas.
"We thought you might want to make a trade." Justin said. Thunder erupted loudly outside and announced the lingering storm. "We will trade your flute section leader for our French horns."
"There is no trade," Scott retorted angrily. "Your French horns chose to join our side peacefully. Now give Joanna back, or face the consequences!"
"Well, looks like you'll be short one flute then."
Scott glared irately, and walked away slowly. "Looks like you're the new flute leader," he mentioned towards Holley, still angered from his dealings with Justin.
Suddenly lightning flashed, and thunder cracked. The lights went out with a flash, and the entire cafeteria was laden with darkness. Everyone was panicking and bumping into things. Out of nowhere, there was a large splashing sound, and an extremely loud screech.
The lights came back on, and there was a popped balloon in Joanna's lap. She was drenched with slide oil, and had a look of anguish on her face. Scott was nowhere to be seen. The flutes rushed over and began to cry at Joanna's feet. She had been hit, and was out of the fight for good…