*Author's note*OH MY GOD! Can you believe it took me this long to get up
chapter six?! And it's marching season, what does that tell you? I'm VERY
sorry for the delay and the story will be done soon.
(hopefully) Thanks for reading!
After the weirdest (and newest...) shock of the season (and on a Wednesday, none the less) the Washington winterguard went on with the rest of their week as if nothing happened.
"What happened to Marie?" Monique asked Michaele in third hour choir on Friday.
"Oh, uh, she's having her appendix removed." Michaele responded as she twiddled her thumbs.
Just then, Jalena butt in. "Oh really?! When is she going to be back?! I should make her a card!"
"NO! I mean, that's okay. I'll send her your regards." She responded. "Uh, yeah. She started feeling sick after practice on Wednesday and it just drove her to the hospital last night! She'll be fine."
"When is she going to be back?" Monique asked.
"Well, I guess we better ask Mr. DeBusk if we can sing today! I feeling like singing, don't you?" Jalena and Monique gave her a look. "Right. I'll be in the studio if anyone needs me." And with that, she left.
Soon the day was over and another practice came. Luckly, no one was transfigured into a writing untensil that day. So thankfully, everyone left that day in high spirits. Until Sunday afternoon, that is. Because the next day would be Monday and everyone's knees began to shake again. But Monday was another prosperous day and no one was a marker... yet.
We join our guardies, Chris, Michaele, Rachelle and their flute buddy Kyrie at their lunch table on a cloudy Tuesday afternoon as they argue and discuss the hot topic of the season, who is going to be a marker next!
"Nah, it's gonna be Helanna next. She only chucked a cookie sheet at the owl." Chris said as he stole one of Kyrie's french fries. (which was rewarded with a slap)
"I disagree Christopher. It's Becca next." Rachelle said. "I mean, Lindsay and Michaele came up with a pattern. It's only logical." She ate the Dorito that was used as a pointer in her speech with a loud crunch.
"I'm gonna agree with her. It does follow the pattern." Michaele nodded.
"What are you guys talking about now?" Kyrie asked as she looked at her Cosmopolatin magazine.
"Doesn't matter... what are you reading?" Chris asked.
Kyrie giggled her evil giggle. "You might like this." She held up the page as Chris and Rachelle half laughed, half screamed with delight and Michaele rolled her eyes.
"Let me see!" Chris grabbed the magazine away from Kyrie's hands.
"Oh my goodness! Look at that!" Rachelle said.
"AH! Little stick figures!" Chris laughed.
"I know! Look at this! They rate the level of difficulty." Kyrie pointed out.
"I can't believe you guys are excited about an article with stick figures and ratings and descriptions about different sex poses!" Michaele groaned.
The other three gasped.
"My-chaele! You said said 'sex'! WOW! We should get you something to celebrate that 'dirty word' for leaving your mouth!" Kyrie clapped with glee as Rachelle and Chris nodded in agreement. "What do you want?"
"To be crowned Miss Teen USA." She laughed. "Ech no, I want M&M's!"
Kyrie dug into her purse and produced a dollar. "Go knock yourself out, kid!"
"YAY! CANDY!" Michaele took the dollar and just as she turned to leave the table, the three went:
"F***ing b****!" And then laughed.
"You'll never let that go, will you?" She muttered as she left the table and went to the vending machine.
Soon as she came back, happily munching on her M&M's, but was stopped short with a scream.
"What the?"
The whole school was in a comotion with screams and fleeing as Michaele ran over to her table to find out what was going on.
"The owl is here!" Chris shouted as Michaele came forward.
"WHAT?! How? Why?"
"I don't know, do I look like the owl's personal secretary to you?"
"Nevermind that. Rachelle, go to Mrs. Aguilera's room and tell Becca to hide. If the owl chases you, send someone else and find somewhere else to hide. But make sure to stay with Becca!" Rachelle nodded and left the table. "Chris," Michaele turned to him as he nodded with attention. "Go to Ms. Fox's room and stay there with Lindsay. Don't leave until I call you." He nodded and left. "Kyrie, go find Helanna and stay with her."
"What are you going to do?" Kyrie asked.
"Hide in the bandroom, duh!" And with that Kyrie and Michaele went their seperate ways.
The owl sqwaked loudly as it circled a bunch of Stugo kids as they huddled together and screamed in fear.
"HELP US!" Matt Meese, student body president, screamed.
"Sing, maybe that'll drive it away!" Danielle, junior class president, said.
"That's not nice."
"Oh, like I care Mr. Sky Masterson."
Just as Michaele was about to turn a corner, the Stugo kids began to scream louder as the owl began to launch green poop at them. A tall girl with very long blonde hair began to yell.
"My hair! My hair!" A large goop fell on her bangs, and with that she fainted.
"Oh no, not the green poop!!" Michaele groaned as she saw the Stugo kids begin to stratch, hop, dance, scream, and sing. "OH NO!" Suddenly, a gush of wind came over them and silenced their screams and they all turned into various markers, pens, and pencils. "Oh my force, oh my force, oh my force..." she muttered to herself as she turned to run.
But she didn't turn fast enough; the owl had seen her. With another sqwak and swoop of it's wings, the white owl began to chase the main character of our story.
"AHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" Michaele screamed in her high soprano, 'I'm being killed' scream. She began to run faster as the reward of her speed, the band room door, came in sight.
But the owl kept going and she kept running.
She turned the corner and banged on the band room door as soon as it was in reach.
"MRS. BRITTON! LET ME IN!"
The owl sqwaked loudly as it came nearer to Michaele. Just as it was about to attack her pretty ponytail, Mrs. Britton opened the door and Michaele rushed in and slammed the door.
CRASH!!!!!!
"Uh, hi Mrs. Britton. How are you today?"
"WHAT WAS THAT?!" She asked her student.
"Didn't Katie tell you?"
"No..."
"Have a seat." Michaele and Mrs. Britton went into her office and Mrs. Britton got the story of her life.
"So, that's why I'm here." Michaele finished.
"And the others?" Mrs. Britton asked with the fear of another winterguard going down the tubes.
"Hidden behind locked doors."
"What about... the owl?" The both poked their heads out the office door to see many beak and claw prints impressed through the double, metal doors.
"Must still be out there."
"Or given up..." Michaele swallowed loudly.
The intercom turned on in the band room with the pending scratch of an announcment.
"Students and staff. The owl has been apperhended by the proper officals and is being driven back to Flagstaff. You are no longer in danger. Please return to your scheduled class."
"AHHH MAN! I don't wan to go to AP History." Michaele kicked the floor.
"Do you need me to do anything?" Mrs. Britton asked.
"Call Katie and tell her about this. Maybe she's got another brilliant plan with paper peigons. Thanks for the shelther." And with that, Michaele opened the beat up doors and went to leave. "Oh, and you might want to call matience."
~~~~ Friday ~~~~
"Um, warm-up on your own." Katie announced as the guard members came into the gym. Earlier that week, the guard had a scare of the owl. Strangely enough, it had been during school hours. Luckily, no guard members were hurt but the Stugo members that had first lunch went. Which was okay because no one liked those stupid popular people anyway.
"So, what do you think is going to happen today?" Rachelle asked. "I mean, Katie isn't talking. This is so weird. I kind of miss our arguments."
"I dunno, Rachelle. But I have a feeling she might blow at any moment." Chris responded.
Michaele, Lindsay, Helanna, and Becca all nodded as they streched their seperate body parts.
Katie continued to stare at her hands as she sat on the floor by the stereo she had set up. She didn't even notice her guard was talking, she was so out of it. School, instructing, and the owl had finally taken a toll on her sleep patern and she was a zombie. Especially with a competiton the next day at *shutters* Gilbert. Five minutes later, the guard decided the streched enough and went to spin flags and rifles in a block formation that Chris ran. Katie didn't even notice they were up until they were done with 100 drop spins and speed spins on the right and left, craves, flutters, and tosses.
"Oh, uh. Yeah... Run the show."
The guard looked at each other as they dragged their self to their sets and got ready for the show. Performance after performance, the guard stopped themselves if they messed up or Katie did if she noticed something if she wasn't zoned out. Finally, a break came.
"WATER." Michaele muttered as she ran to her water bottle that sat by the closed bleachers. She took the bottle into her hands, opened it and drained the whole thing without even breathing. Lindsay gave her a weird look as she took moderate sips from her water bottle. "What?" Lindsay shrugged.
"Is the bathroom open?" Becca asked as she watched towards the lobby of the gym.
"I think so." Chris answered since Katie wasn't paying attention.
She left for the bathroom as the five remaining guard members talked, drank water, and streched a little.
"Okay, lets get start the show again." Katie announced.
The guard mumbled as they gathered their equipment to set for the show. As they did so, they heard a loud scream.
"OH MY FORCE!" Michaele shouted.
"You don't think?..." Lindsay asked as she looked at her friend from across the floor.
"RUN!" Katie screamed as she took out a paper piegon from her bag and hid under it.
Helanna, Chris, Michaele, Rachelle, and Lindsay ran to the lobby of the gym. What the found, was a terrible sight. The owl had came through the ventalition shaft and into the gym. It's victim was found screaming and running around in her sparkley blue shirt and jazz pants as she tried to get away from the owl.
"What are we going to do?!" Helanna asked.
"Uh..." Chris smashed his arm through the glass case that held the awards and took out an old football. "Hey you stupid owl!" He chucked the football at the owl.
Unfourtantly for Chris, he was a cheerleader and not a football player, so the ball went out of balance and smashed into the gym doors.
"Uh-oh." The owl sqwaked at Chris as Becca ran out of the gym and towards the quad.
It sqwaked again as it notice it's prey had gotten away and flew through the open doors towards Becca.
"Nice going, Chris!" Rachelle said as they all followed the owl out of the gym.
"NOO! NOOO! I'm a good guard person! I SWEAR!" Becca screamed as the guard saw her stop in a patch of grass and try to cover herself from the hoovering owl.
But that didn't stop the owl. It was too late by the time the guard had reached the cement seperating them from the grass. The owl had came down on Becca and began to snap at her long blonde hair as she screamed and swated her hands.
"NOOO!" She screamed and screamed as she began jump and spin. The owl sqwaked loudly as she watched his prey jump and scratch some more.
"Oh my god, what is she doing?" Chris asked in wonderment as Becca began a dance.
"Is she doing?..." Rachelle started.
"The worm?!" Lindsay shouted.
"OH MY GOD!" Helanna said.
Michaele just laughed as Becca got on the ground and started to do the worm as she screamed and scratched.
Soon she began to wither and crawl, scratch and scream as a gust of dust and wind came out of nowhere and began to swirl around Becca. The rest of the guard shielded their eyes as they watched their last girl rifle stuck in a dirt devil. It collapsed around her with a loud POP! and Becca was transfigured into a...
"Purple Sharpie?" Chris said as squinted to see the marker that laid in the middle of the grass.
"Huh..."
The guard stood there on the cement as Katie finally came out and her scream echoed from the front of the gym as the owl flew away. They looked at each other and then their eyes popped out of the heads as they jumped into the grass.
"OWWW!"
*Hot cement, gotta love it. Chapter seven coming soon! And maybe a short story about the WHS Purple Pride Marching Band being turned into markers, pens, and pencils by the infamous owl, COMING SOON!!!!!
(oh, that little button down there on the left of your screen that says 'reveiw', click it. okay? good deal! you get a cookie! *runs away with the cookies*)
After the weirdest (and newest...) shock of the season (and on a Wednesday, none the less) the Washington winterguard went on with the rest of their week as if nothing happened.
"What happened to Marie?" Monique asked Michaele in third hour choir on Friday.
"Oh, uh, she's having her appendix removed." Michaele responded as she twiddled her thumbs.
Just then, Jalena butt in. "Oh really?! When is she going to be back?! I should make her a card!"
"NO! I mean, that's okay. I'll send her your regards." She responded. "Uh, yeah. She started feeling sick after practice on Wednesday and it just drove her to the hospital last night! She'll be fine."
"When is she going to be back?" Monique asked.
"Well, I guess we better ask Mr. DeBusk if we can sing today! I feeling like singing, don't you?" Jalena and Monique gave her a look. "Right. I'll be in the studio if anyone needs me." And with that, she left.
Soon the day was over and another practice came. Luckly, no one was transfigured into a writing untensil that day. So thankfully, everyone left that day in high spirits. Until Sunday afternoon, that is. Because the next day would be Monday and everyone's knees began to shake again. But Monday was another prosperous day and no one was a marker... yet.
We join our guardies, Chris, Michaele, Rachelle and their flute buddy Kyrie at their lunch table on a cloudy Tuesday afternoon as they argue and discuss the hot topic of the season, who is going to be a marker next!
"Nah, it's gonna be Helanna next. She only chucked a cookie sheet at the owl." Chris said as he stole one of Kyrie's french fries. (which was rewarded with a slap)
"I disagree Christopher. It's Becca next." Rachelle said. "I mean, Lindsay and Michaele came up with a pattern. It's only logical." She ate the Dorito that was used as a pointer in her speech with a loud crunch.
"I'm gonna agree with her. It does follow the pattern." Michaele nodded.
"What are you guys talking about now?" Kyrie asked as she looked at her Cosmopolatin magazine.
"Doesn't matter... what are you reading?" Chris asked.
Kyrie giggled her evil giggle. "You might like this." She held up the page as Chris and Rachelle half laughed, half screamed with delight and Michaele rolled her eyes.
"Let me see!" Chris grabbed the magazine away from Kyrie's hands.
"Oh my goodness! Look at that!" Rachelle said.
"AH! Little stick figures!" Chris laughed.
"I know! Look at this! They rate the level of difficulty." Kyrie pointed out.
"I can't believe you guys are excited about an article with stick figures and ratings and descriptions about different sex poses!" Michaele groaned.
The other three gasped.
"My-chaele! You said said 'sex'! WOW! We should get you something to celebrate that 'dirty word' for leaving your mouth!" Kyrie clapped with glee as Rachelle and Chris nodded in agreement. "What do you want?"
"To be crowned Miss Teen USA." She laughed. "Ech no, I want M&M's!"
Kyrie dug into her purse and produced a dollar. "Go knock yourself out, kid!"
"YAY! CANDY!" Michaele took the dollar and just as she turned to leave the table, the three went:
"F***ing b****!" And then laughed.
"You'll never let that go, will you?" She muttered as she left the table and went to the vending machine.
Soon as she came back, happily munching on her M&M's, but was stopped short with a scream.
"What the?"
The whole school was in a comotion with screams and fleeing as Michaele ran over to her table to find out what was going on.
"The owl is here!" Chris shouted as Michaele came forward.
"WHAT?! How? Why?"
"I don't know, do I look like the owl's personal secretary to you?"
"Nevermind that. Rachelle, go to Mrs. Aguilera's room and tell Becca to hide. If the owl chases you, send someone else and find somewhere else to hide. But make sure to stay with Becca!" Rachelle nodded and left the table. "Chris," Michaele turned to him as he nodded with attention. "Go to Ms. Fox's room and stay there with Lindsay. Don't leave until I call you." He nodded and left. "Kyrie, go find Helanna and stay with her."
"What are you going to do?" Kyrie asked.
"Hide in the bandroom, duh!" And with that Kyrie and Michaele went their seperate ways.
The owl sqwaked loudly as it circled a bunch of Stugo kids as they huddled together and screamed in fear.
"HELP US!" Matt Meese, student body president, screamed.
"Sing, maybe that'll drive it away!" Danielle, junior class president, said.
"That's not nice."
"Oh, like I care Mr. Sky Masterson."
Just as Michaele was about to turn a corner, the Stugo kids began to scream louder as the owl began to launch green poop at them. A tall girl with very long blonde hair began to yell.
"My hair! My hair!" A large goop fell on her bangs, and with that she fainted.
"Oh no, not the green poop!!" Michaele groaned as she saw the Stugo kids begin to stratch, hop, dance, scream, and sing. "OH NO!" Suddenly, a gush of wind came over them and silenced their screams and they all turned into various markers, pens, and pencils. "Oh my force, oh my force, oh my force..." she muttered to herself as she turned to run.
But she didn't turn fast enough; the owl had seen her. With another sqwak and swoop of it's wings, the white owl began to chase the main character of our story.
"AHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" Michaele screamed in her high soprano, 'I'm being killed' scream. She began to run faster as the reward of her speed, the band room door, came in sight.
But the owl kept going and she kept running.
She turned the corner and banged on the band room door as soon as it was in reach.
"MRS. BRITTON! LET ME IN!"
The owl sqwaked loudly as it came nearer to Michaele. Just as it was about to attack her pretty ponytail, Mrs. Britton opened the door and Michaele rushed in and slammed the door.
CRASH!!!!!!
"Uh, hi Mrs. Britton. How are you today?"
"WHAT WAS THAT?!" She asked her student.
"Didn't Katie tell you?"
"No..."
"Have a seat." Michaele and Mrs. Britton went into her office and Mrs. Britton got the story of her life.
"So, that's why I'm here." Michaele finished.
"And the others?" Mrs. Britton asked with the fear of another winterguard going down the tubes.
"Hidden behind locked doors."
"What about... the owl?" The both poked their heads out the office door to see many beak and claw prints impressed through the double, metal doors.
"Must still be out there."
"Or given up..." Michaele swallowed loudly.
The intercom turned on in the band room with the pending scratch of an announcment.
"Students and staff. The owl has been apperhended by the proper officals and is being driven back to Flagstaff. You are no longer in danger. Please return to your scheduled class."
"AHHH MAN! I don't wan to go to AP History." Michaele kicked the floor.
"Do you need me to do anything?" Mrs. Britton asked.
"Call Katie and tell her about this. Maybe she's got another brilliant plan with paper peigons. Thanks for the shelther." And with that, Michaele opened the beat up doors and went to leave. "Oh, and you might want to call matience."
~~~~ Friday ~~~~
"Um, warm-up on your own." Katie announced as the guard members came into the gym. Earlier that week, the guard had a scare of the owl. Strangely enough, it had been during school hours. Luckily, no guard members were hurt but the Stugo members that had first lunch went. Which was okay because no one liked those stupid popular people anyway.
"So, what do you think is going to happen today?" Rachelle asked. "I mean, Katie isn't talking. This is so weird. I kind of miss our arguments."
"I dunno, Rachelle. But I have a feeling she might blow at any moment." Chris responded.
Michaele, Lindsay, Helanna, and Becca all nodded as they streched their seperate body parts.
Katie continued to stare at her hands as she sat on the floor by the stereo she had set up. She didn't even notice her guard was talking, she was so out of it. School, instructing, and the owl had finally taken a toll on her sleep patern and she was a zombie. Especially with a competiton the next day at *shutters* Gilbert. Five minutes later, the guard decided the streched enough and went to spin flags and rifles in a block formation that Chris ran. Katie didn't even notice they were up until they were done with 100 drop spins and speed spins on the right and left, craves, flutters, and tosses.
"Oh, uh. Yeah... Run the show."
The guard looked at each other as they dragged their self to their sets and got ready for the show. Performance after performance, the guard stopped themselves if they messed up or Katie did if she noticed something if she wasn't zoned out. Finally, a break came.
"WATER." Michaele muttered as she ran to her water bottle that sat by the closed bleachers. She took the bottle into her hands, opened it and drained the whole thing without even breathing. Lindsay gave her a weird look as she took moderate sips from her water bottle. "What?" Lindsay shrugged.
"Is the bathroom open?" Becca asked as she watched towards the lobby of the gym.
"I think so." Chris answered since Katie wasn't paying attention.
She left for the bathroom as the five remaining guard members talked, drank water, and streched a little.
"Okay, lets get start the show again." Katie announced.
The guard mumbled as they gathered their equipment to set for the show. As they did so, they heard a loud scream.
"OH MY FORCE!" Michaele shouted.
"You don't think?..." Lindsay asked as she looked at her friend from across the floor.
"RUN!" Katie screamed as she took out a paper piegon from her bag and hid under it.
Helanna, Chris, Michaele, Rachelle, and Lindsay ran to the lobby of the gym. What the found, was a terrible sight. The owl had came through the ventalition shaft and into the gym. It's victim was found screaming and running around in her sparkley blue shirt and jazz pants as she tried to get away from the owl.
"What are we going to do?!" Helanna asked.
"Uh..." Chris smashed his arm through the glass case that held the awards and took out an old football. "Hey you stupid owl!" He chucked the football at the owl.
Unfourtantly for Chris, he was a cheerleader and not a football player, so the ball went out of balance and smashed into the gym doors.
"Uh-oh." The owl sqwaked at Chris as Becca ran out of the gym and towards the quad.
It sqwaked again as it notice it's prey had gotten away and flew through the open doors towards Becca.
"Nice going, Chris!" Rachelle said as they all followed the owl out of the gym.
"NOO! NOOO! I'm a good guard person! I SWEAR!" Becca screamed as the guard saw her stop in a patch of grass and try to cover herself from the hoovering owl.
But that didn't stop the owl. It was too late by the time the guard had reached the cement seperating them from the grass. The owl had came down on Becca and began to snap at her long blonde hair as she screamed and swated her hands.
"NOOO!" She screamed and screamed as she began jump and spin. The owl sqwaked loudly as she watched his prey jump and scratch some more.
"Oh my god, what is she doing?" Chris asked in wonderment as Becca began a dance.
"Is she doing?..." Rachelle started.
"The worm?!" Lindsay shouted.
"OH MY GOD!" Helanna said.
Michaele just laughed as Becca got on the ground and started to do the worm as she screamed and scratched.
Soon she began to wither and crawl, scratch and scream as a gust of dust and wind came out of nowhere and began to swirl around Becca. The rest of the guard shielded their eyes as they watched their last girl rifle stuck in a dirt devil. It collapsed around her with a loud POP! and Becca was transfigured into a...
"Purple Sharpie?" Chris said as squinted to see the marker that laid in the middle of the grass.
"Huh..."
The guard stood there on the cement as Katie finally came out and her scream echoed from the front of the gym as the owl flew away. They looked at each other and then their eyes popped out of the heads as they jumped into the grass.
"OWWW!"
*Hot cement, gotta love it. Chapter seven coming soon! And maybe a short story about the WHS Purple Pride Marching Band being turned into markers, pens, and pencils by the infamous owl, COMING SOON!!!!!
(oh, that little button down there on the left of your screen that says 'reveiw', click it. okay? good deal! you get a cookie! *runs away with the cookies*)