Pepper Ann
By: Aaliyah-Charity
A/N: Hello! I'm back with another chapter! Alrighty, let me clear up some stuff! Yeah, I know in most schools an 85 is a B, but for Hazelnut, I'm making it a high C! Why? No clue! ^_^! I'm just weird, but don't let that make you run away in fear, for here's Chapter 5! Yeah!
Disclaimer: Um, I still don't own The Outsiders if that's what you're (STILL) wondering.
Chapter 5: FreeLance Playing
Anyways, like I said, I was practicing my bassoon. Well, actually it wasn't MY bassoon, it was the school's but they let me borrow it since I was a bassooner. Actually, I'm a freelance player in my school which means that I play different instruments for class and marching band, but I'm a freelance player, primarily trombone. It's kind of weird, but it's fun! Though it's hard to become one because you have to be able to play at least twelve instruments for a full-freelance, eight if you're a freelance primarily something else. At the end of each year, if it's what you really wanna do, you have to play 144 major scales to be a full-freelance player, and 96 to be a freelance primarily something else. If you just want to do one instrument you only do twelve to determine if you're in Symphonic Wind, Honor, Concert, or Intermediate Band. But enough about that! I have to practice before Darry gets on to me about my gra-
"PEPPER ANN!" Darry yelled. -des. See what I meant? Yep.
Nervously I walked into where Darry was. By this point, Ponyboy and his friend Johnny was in the livingroom.
"Yep?" I asked, playin with my hands behind my back.
"Have you seen your grades?" Darry said.
"Yeah, but it's not my fault! I swear it....that woman is against me! You can't believe her!" I said, spazing out again.
"Um....Pepper Ann? What are you talking about?" Darry asked, "Your grades are pretty good to me, even though your grading system is kind of messy."
"Oh....well, then....that's okay! It's all good, yeah, goodbye!" I said, and ran to my room. When I got there I was partying because I didn't get yelled at! Wheeeeeee! Okay, I'll shut up now. I grabbed my bassoon and started to play. Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention, if you're in Concert AND Marching you have to do it twice if one or more of your instruments in Concert band isn't appropiate for Marching, such as a bassoon. It's stupid-yes, but that's just the way it is. Oh, and yeah, our grading scale is stupid. An A is a 90-100, an B is a 86-89, a C is a 75-85, and anything below that is a F, and there's no D's. Why? 'Cause my school is really dumb.
After awhile, (more like an hour and a half) Ponyboy came in so I put up the bassoon, cursing myself because I should've been practicing my stupid alto sax because I suck on it, but I went to bed anyways........
Surprisingly, I woke up WILLINGLY at four-thirty. Guess sleeping early does help, I guess. Erg it! Can't get to sleep....c'mon Pepper Ann, you have so much stuff to do today that you need your frikin' rest! ERGGGGG!!!! I went out to the livingroom and saw Darry in the kitchen.
"WHAT are you doing here at 4:30?" I asked him, scrathing my head.
"I have work," he said simply, his bags under his eyes drooping.
"WORK?! Man, I'm going back to sleep," I said and went back to bed, finally able to rest.
A/N: ^_^! Hope ya liked it! I know it's short, but I have to reherse to audition for the musicial since NO MORE MARCHING BAND! WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! I can't do it....band geek goes to drama geek? ACK!
By: Aaliyah-Charity
A/N: Hello! I'm back with another chapter! Alrighty, let me clear up some stuff! Yeah, I know in most schools an 85 is a B, but for Hazelnut, I'm making it a high C! Why? No clue! ^_^! I'm just weird, but don't let that make you run away in fear, for here's Chapter 5! Yeah!
Disclaimer: Um, I still don't own The Outsiders if that's what you're (STILL) wondering.
Chapter 5: FreeLance Playing
Anyways, like I said, I was practicing my bassoon. Well, actually it wasn't MY bassoon, it was the school's but they let me borrow it since I was a bassooner. Actually, I'm a freelance player in my school which means that I play different instruments for class and marching band, but I'm a freelance player, primarily trombone. It's kind of weird, but it's fun! Though it's hard to become one because you have to be able to play at least twelve instruments for a full-freelance, eight if you're a freelance primarily something else. At the end of each year, if it's what you really wanna do, you have to play 144 major scales to be a full-freelance player, and 96 to be a freelance primarily something else. If you just want to do one instrument you only do twelve to determine if you're in Symphonic Wind, Honor, Concert, or Intermediate Band. But enough about that! I have to practice before Darry gets on to me about my gra-
"PEPPER ANN!" Darry yelled. -des. See what I meant? Yep.
Nervously I walked into where Darry was. By this point, Ponyboy and his friend Johnny was in the livingroom.
"Yep?" I asked, playin with my hands behind my back.
"Have you seen your grades?" Darry said.
"Yeah, but it's not my fault! I swear it....that woman is against me! You can't believe her!" I said, spazing out again.
"Um....Pepper Ann? What are you talking about?" Darry asked, "Your grades are pretty good to me, even though your grading system is kind of messy."
"Oh....well, then....that's okay! It's all good, yeah, goodbye!" I said, and ran to my room. When I got there I was partying because I didn't get yelled at! Wheeeeeee! Okay, I'll shut up now. I grabbed my bassoon and started to play. Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention, if you're in Concert AND Marching you have to do it twice if one or more of your instruments in Concert band isn't appropiate for Marching, such as a bassoon. It's stupid-yes, but that's just the way it is. Oh, and yeah, our grading scale is stupid. An A is a 90-100, an B is a 86-89, a C is a 75-85, and anything below that is a F, and there's no D's. Why? 'Cause my school is really dumb.
After awhile, (more like an hour and a half) Ponyboy came in so I put up the bassoon, cursing myself because I should've been practicing my stupid alto sax because I suck on it, but I went to bed anyways........
Surprisingly, I woke up WILLINGLY at four-thirty. Guess sleeping early does help, I guess. Erg it! Can't get to sleep....c'mon Pepper Ann, you have so much stuff to do today that you need your frikin' rest! ERGGGGG!!!! I went out to the livingroom and saw Darry in the kitchen.
"WHAT are you doing here at 4:30?" I asked him, scrathing my head.
"I have work," he said simply, his bags under his eyes drooping.
"WORK?! Man, I'm going back to sleep," I said and went back to bed, finally able to rest.
A/N: ^_^! Hope ya liked it! I know it's short, but I have to reherse to audition for the musicial since NO MORE MARCHING BAND! WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! I can't do it....band geek goes to drama geek? ACK!