Chapter 3

Zack was still crying as we entered the music room with our trumpets.

"Oh Zack give it a rest! It was just a hot dog!" I whined.

Zack was silent for a second. Then began bawling all over again.

I couldn't stand it anymore!

I pulled my arm back and slapped him in the face. (Girl sissy move but hey I didn't want to damage the trumpet with Zack's hard head!)

Zack just stopped crying and blinked at me.

Awkward silence…

"…"

"Let's just go inside." I suggested quickly pushing the door to the music room.

We both walked in to find that the rehearsal had already begun. The whole room was in silence staring at us blankly with their instruments glistening in the light.

"Mr. Strife, Mr. Tribal…so glad you can join us." Scorned Ms. Trepe the band conductor.

"Sorry…Ms. Trepe…you see I was.." I trailed.

"Oh don't bored me with the alibis! Just sit down and play!" She scolded me.

*&!$&!$^*)^!!! I thought to myself as I grinned.

"WOULD YOU STOP GRINNING AND GET YOUR BUTT INTO THAT CHAIR AND PLAY?" screamed Ms. Trepe.

"Okay! Geez…" I muttered.

I walked towards the trumpet section with my trumpet on my side. All eyes in the room looked at me as I strode to my seat. I began to shake with nervousness. I picked up an empty stand and swung it accidentally into the flutes area knocking down all the stands and landing on a girl in the front row.

CRASH!

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry…" I apologized while picking up the stand up and I came face to face with a pair emerald green eyes.

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Sorry this is so short this time. But I will be making my chapters longer! thanks for the new reviews!