Florida came, and it came far too quickly for my liking. When I woke up the
next morning (my stupid alarm clock buzzing off at 4 am) I couldn't help
but look at my alarm clock and think, ~Since when did marching band
practice start at 4?~
But we went to Florida, and I have to admit (very reluctantly, of course) that it ~was~ fun at some times. But you never heard me say that, of course. It was just. . . a trip to Florida. On the day that championships were supposed to be, my mom and grandparents went to a fleamarket. That was very boring, though. But I'm proud to say that I wore my marching band T-shirt, with our theme and I proudly displayed, "PONRA HIGH SCHOOL MARCHING BAND" on my back. I saw some people glancing in my direction, and I just smiled sweetly at them. The entire time I was secretly hoping that someone would ask me about what I was wearing. . . so I could brag about my good ol' marching band.
Luckily the trip only lasted a week, and it was very uneventful at that. The only other good thing about the trip was that I got out of school. . . and heck, ~anything~ is better than being in school.
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The first day I got back, I immediately had to find out everything about what I missed. Mrs. Loren in the morning told me that at the competition before I left, at Mystic High, our feeling of success was really true. We won first place at that competition!!! First place, and also special awards being best percussion and best music. I wrote "FIRST PLACE!!!" in very large letters in my math notebook, being that I had my math notebook out when Mrs. Loren told me that.
I got the details of the championships from Alora. She was very eager to tell me at lunch time. I was sitting at the table, munching away on my sandwich while my other friends Adi, Ness, and Mimi filled me in on the school stuff I had missed when Alora came running over. After snatching one of my fries, she said, "So, Mrs. Loren tell you anything?" I looked up at her then moved aside in my chair, beckoning for her to sit down. Alora sat and grabbed another fry. "Yeah, she told me that we got first at the Mystic competition." Alora grinned and took a bite of the fry, looking reflective. "Yeah, we did." She said. "Everyone was soooo hyper. As you well know." She finished the fry and gave me another big grin. "Did she tell you about championships?" Alora enquired. "Nope." I replied. "Do enlighten me."
Alora then launched into a very detailed description of championships. I listened, laughing at some parts and rolling my eyes at others. "We performed alright," She said, though I could tell by the note in her voice that she didn't think they performed as good as they could. "But?" I said. "But. . .awards came." I rolled my eyes again. "No, duh. Awards always come. . ." Alora waved her hand, ignoring my sarcastic reply. "No, awards came. And we got stuff!" Immediately the animated look came back to her face. "And? What did we get? Enough of the suspense already!" But Alora was having too much fun with the suspense. She took a few more of my fries, eating them very slowly. "But we got. . ." "Yes?" "With a score of 89.3. . ." "Yes??" 89.3. . . that's a good score!
"Second place!" Alora proclaimed loudly, causing several of the people at the lunch table to look at us strangely. "Second? Really?" I said, leaning forward and looking excited. "Did we really?" "Yes!" She clapped her hands together. "All the band seemed dissapointed with the second place, though." She said with a shrug. "Why? Second is good!" I said, my eyebrows raising. "It is good, me an' Nelly think so too, but you'd have to have been there to understand it." At that point Nelly had just gotten back from the lunchline, and heard ". . . second place." "Oh, telling her about championships?" She asked, sitting at the table across from me and Alora. "Yup." Alora said, grinning at Nelly. "Christine can't understand why the band's disappointed at second." "Yeah, really, second is good." I continued. "You'd have to have been there." Nelly said, opening the top of her soda can. "I think it's good. You tell her about the bus ride home?" Nelly grinned at Alora, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "What about the bus ride?" I turned back to Alora.
"Ah. . . the bus ride." Alora ate yet another fry. "Diana sat with John." She said. "So?" I replied. I didn't care much for Diana, and wasn't sure I wanted to hear what she did. John was the marching guy, the guy who taught marching skills and such. "Doesn't she always?"
Alora and Nelly exchanged another one of those secretive grins. "And it was kinda dark." "And. . ." "So?" I asked again. "Christine, what happens on the bus between girls and boys when it's kinda dark?" Alora questioned.
I paused a moment, then my mind went back to one of the earlier bus rides. Boys and girls tended to go in the back of the bus and. . .
Let's just say it's not something for middle school minds to see.
I gasped, understanding now. "But. . . but they are instructors!" I said in shock. "Adult instructors!" Nelly began laughing hysterically. "They shouldn't be doing. . . that!" Alora shook her head. "But they did. I saw them. It was. . . first base." Nelly laughed harder, seeing me gape at Alora like a cod fish. "But they are instructors!" I repeated. "It was quite disturbing, yes." She said, nodding. "But that was championships." When Nelly finished laughing, she nodded along with Alora.
"So, coming to awards dinner this Wednesday?" Alora asked, completely changing the subject. "Yeah." I replied. "Can't wait to see how it is. Or what it is." Both Alora and Nelly nodded again. Alora glanced at the clock, then pointed back to where she was sitting earlier. "I have to go back. See you guys at awards on Wednesday." "Okay." "Sure." Alora stole one last fry and then went back to her seat.
"Congrats, though, you guys." I said, turning back to Nelly. She grinned. "Thanks."
((woot the story is nearly done!! Only one more chapter and then the epilogue, and I can start on the next story which will be better!))
But we went to Florida, and I have to admit (very reluctantly, of course) that it ~was~ fun at some times. But you never heard me say that, of course. It was just. . . a trip to Florida. On the day that championships were supposed to be, my mom and grandparents went to a fleamarket. That was very boring, though. But I'm proud to say that I wore my marching band T-shirt, with our theme and I proudly displayed, "PONRA HIGH SCHOOL MARCHING BAND" on my back. I saw some people glancing in my direction, and I just smiled sweetly at them. The entire time I was secretly hoping that someone would ask me about what I was wearing. . . so I could brag about my good ol' marching band.
Luckily the trip only lasted a week, and it was very uneventful at that. The only other good thing about the trip was that I got out of school. . . and heck, ~anything~ is better than being in school.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The first day I got back, I immediately had to find out everything about what I missed. Mrs. Loren in the morning told me that at the competition before I left, at Mystic High, our feeling of success was really true. We won first place at that competition!!! First place, and also special awards being best percussion and best music. I wrote "FIRST PLACE!!!" in very large letters in my math notebook, being that I had my math notebook out when Mrs. Loren told me that.
I got the details of the championships from Alora. She was very eager to tell me at lunch time. I was sitting at the table, munching away on my sandwich while my other friends Adi, Ness, and Mimi filled me in on the school stuff I had missed when Alora came running over. After snatching one of my fries, she said, "So, Mrs. Loren tell you anything?" I looked up at her then moved aside in my chair, beckoning for her to sit down. Alora sat and grabbed another fry. "Yeah, she told me that we got first at the Mystic competition." Alora grinned and took a bite of the fry, looking reflective. "Yeah, we did." She said. "Everyone was soooo hyper. As you well know." She finished the fry and gave me another big grin. "Did she tell you about championships?" Alora enquired. "Nope." I replied. "Do enlighten me."
Alora then launched into a very detailed description of championships. I listened, laughing at some parts and rolling my eyes at others. "We performed alright," She said, though I could tell by the note in her voice that she didn't think they performed as good as they could. "But?" I said. "But. . .awards came." I rolled my eyes again. "No, duh. Awards always come. . ." Alora waved her hand, ignoring my sarcastic reply. "No, awards came. And we got stuff!" Immediately the animated look came back to her face. "And? What did we get? Enough of the suspense already!" But Alora was having too much fun with the suspense. She took a few more of my fries, eating them very slowly. "But we got. . ." "Yes?" "With a score of 89.3. . ." "Yes??" 89.3. . . that's a good score!
"Second place!" Alora proclaimed loudly, causing several of the people at the lunch table to look at us strangely. "Second? Really?" I said, leaning forward and looking excited. "Did we really?" "Yes!" She clapped her hands together. "All the band seemed dissapointed with the second place, though." She said with a shrug. "Why? Second is good!" I said, my eyebrows raising. "It is good, me an' Nelly think so too, but you'd have to have been there to understand it." At that point Nelly had just gotten back from the lunchline, and heard ". . . second place." "Oh, telling her about championships?" She asked, sitting at the table across from me and Alora. "Yup." Alora said, grinning at Nelly. "Christine can't understand why the band's disappointed at second." "Yeah, really, second is good." I continued. "You'd have to have been there." Nelly said, opening the top of her soda can. "I think it's good. You tell her about the bus ride home?" Nelly grinned at Alora, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "What about the bus ride?" I turned back to Alora.
"Ah. . . the bus ride." Alora ate yet another fry. "Diana sat with John." She said. "So?" I replied. I didn't care much for Diana, and wasn't sure I wanted to hear what she did. John was the marching guy, the guy who taught marching skills and such. "Doesn't she always?"
Alora and Nelly exchanged another one of those secretive grins. "And it was kinda dark." "And. . ." "So?" I asked again. "Christine, what happens on the bus between girls and boys when it's kinda dark?" Alora questioned.
I paused a moment, then my mind went back to one of the earlier bus rides. Boys and girls tended to go in the back of the bus and. . .
Let's just say it's not something for middle school minds to see.
I gasped, understanding now. "But. . . but they are instructors!" I said in shock. "Adult instructors!" Nelly began laughing hysterically. "They shouldn't be doing. . . that!" Alora shook her head. "But they did. I saw them. It was. . . first base." Nelly laughed harder, seeing me gape at Alora like a cod fish. "But they are instructors!" I repeated. "It was quite disturbing, yes." She said, nodding. "But that was championships." When Nelly finished laughing, she nodded along with Alora.
"So, coming to awards dinner this Wednesday?" Alora asked, completely changing the subject. "Yeah." I replied. "Can't wait to see how it is. Or what it is." Both Alora and Nelly nodded again. Alora glanced at the clock, then pointed back to where she was sitting earlier. "I have to go back. See you guys at awards on Wednesday." "Okay." "Sure." Alora stole one last fry and then went back to her seat.
"Congrats, though, you guys." I said, turning back to Nelly. She grinned. "Thanks."
((woot the story is nearly done!! Only one more chapter and then the epilogue, and I can start on the next story which will be better!))