Hiya all! I seem to like posting two chapters at once, since I added this one the same day I added chapter 3… same disclaimers as all the other chapters… but you know what I realized? I own the Sax Napper until I reveal who that person is! Yay! Yet another person I own… anyway, on with the story!
I must admit, I didn't have long to wait to find out what the Sax Napper was going to do next. I arrived at school the next day with everyone just looking at me. I got quite a few dirty looks, though I had no idea why. Everyone was out in the hall even though the band room was open. Andrew walked up to me.
"Girly, I think that you should go in there. You had a visit from the Sax Napper." I just looked at him then grabbed his hand and walked into the band room, pulling him with me. I got it half way through the door and just stopped and stood with my mouth hanging open. No wonder I had gotten so many dirty looks. Right there on the floor, spelled out in tubes of cork grease, bottles of valve oil and reeds, old and new alike, was yet another message from the Sax Napper.
Anne;
A little surprised aren't you? Well, I WAS able to take Mark without you knowing for a while. This stunt was just so that everyone would be pissed off at ya. Worked, didn't it?
The Sax Napper
"How many people saw this?" I let that question a little more sharply than I wanted.
"Just you, me and Mr. H. It's a miracle that he came early this morning, otherwise EVERYONE would have seen it. All that Mr. H would tell them was that they weren't allowed in the band room until he had talked to you. That's why you got those death glares. But they wont be too happy when they find out that all their valve oil, cork grease and reeds were taken. It is going to take a while to sort it all out, since I doubt that anyone will want to just go out and buy new stuff." Andrew glanced at me. "Are you ok? Maybe it will be better. Mr. H will realize that you really didn't know where your saxophone was. That should cheer you up a little bit." I looked at him and just simply said, "Lets go talk to Mr. H about cleaning and sorting all this stuff."
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"Now do you believe that I didn't have Mark, my alto saxophone, with me when we had the scale test?" I looked at Mr. H with a look that told him not to be too stupid when he answered.
"I guess so. It makes sense, since you didn't play in band yesterday. How long has this 'Sax Napper' had your saxophone?"
"Almost 3 days now. I am really starting to worry. This person is just bugging me. I want to just go and kick the crap out of whoever it is."
"What would you say if I offered you a deal?" Mr. H looked at me like I would refuse.
"What kind of a deal?"
A/N- hehe… a want to be cliff-hangar! Anyway, express your thoughts! It would mean ever so much to me! ^.^
Kekadu- I haven't totally thrown out your suggestion! Just have to see what happens…