Before we continue, I would just like to put in this little disclaimer so
the angry mob doesn't form and beat the living matzo out of me. (Not that
I'm worried, I mean, my plot bunny would protect me, right? Right?)
Moving on, there are a couple brass/woodwind jokes. Can't take the poking, get out of the story, that's all I'm saying. ;-)
Meanwhile, locked away in the loony bin, HE was watching. Well, actually, only Cree was watching, because apparently HE had tired of watching the freshmen inflict physical pain onto each other repetitively. HE had walked down to Burger King for some fries.
Mr. Cree, however, could only cringe and grimace as his freshmen continually led each other into doors and walls.
He could see all of this of course, because HE had equipped the cameras with night vision AND sound. Not necessarily good for Mr. Cree.
SMACK!
"AH! LAUREN! You &#@^&%@#@#!"
Mr. Cree arched an eyebrow and wiggled his chair closer.
"Sara, Sara!" Tom called.
Sara rubbed her nose.
"What?!?" She yelled, extremely peeved. Tom recoiled.
"Are you sure we're heading towards the administration offices? If I didn't know any better I'd say we just passed the band room again."
Amanda sighed, and looked back to her clarinet counterpart, Diana.
"I know what's wrong." She declared.
"What?" Diana asked.
Amanda gestured towards Sara and Tom, who were up front.
"We've let two brasses lead, that's the problem!"
Tom looked extremely miffed.
"You do better then!" He challenged.
"Ok, I'll.."
"Ah! Amanda! LOOK OUT!"
Amanda dived suddenly to the left as a hooded figure had been creeping up behind her.
"Diana! Behind you!"
Diana flinched and dove between her attacker's legs, pausing enough to yell out,
"Sara! Your right!"
Sara instead quickly took her hair out of its braids, and let it fly. All activity ceased, as a river of lethal bushy hair encircled Sara's shoulders.
"Bring it."
*Here Author presses play button*
"Ah! Ah! I've been hit!!"
Sara turned and gave Lauren's attacker a suffocating mouthful of hair.
"AHHUGughhh.." He choked.
Meanwhile, Diana and Amanda had adapted a back-to-back clarinet-fighting stance, and were working a clever hit-and-pull tactic. Tom was in full high-kick mode, and was dropkicking everything that came near.
Soon the five freshmen were surrounded by unconscious figures. Well ok, they didn't actually know that there were figures strewn everywhere, because it was so dark. Tom had seen the first attacker come behind Amanda due to a glint of moonlight that had reflected off the attacker's wristwatch.
The freshmen stood back to back in a circle, suspiciously eyeing the darkness that surrounded them.
"Come on, let's go." Sara said, stumbling over a random body.
Amanda grabbed Sara by the sleeve.
"What?!?"
Amanda pointed down the hallway opposite to that of which Sara was heading.
"Oh."
Amanda rolled her eyes as Diana sidled up next to her.
"THAT'S why brasses should never lead."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Back down the hallway, five seniors lay prone and unconscious on the cold marble floor. Danielle groaned slowly raised herself up, while rubbing her throbbing head. She felt around and located the others. Just then Val woke up.
"Ow..what..what? Anyone awake here?"
"I am."
"Danielle?"
"Yep."
"Oh..what happened?"
"We got our behinds kicked by a couple of freshmen. That's what."
"Oh."
There was an awkward pause.
"Eh..what will the others say? I mean, this won't look to good.."
Slowly the others woke as Danielle thought that over.
"No one really needs to know.. Do they?" Chris offered.
"No." Danielle said sharply.
"This never happens. If the freshmen bring it up, we deny it. Simple."
"Ok.."
"So do we still go after them?"
Danielle sighed.
"Yes..Of course we still go after them. They are freshmen you know.. and there still is a psychopath out there.."
Asa sniffed. "Oh fine then. Lead on already."
Moving on, there are a couple brass/woodwind jokes. Can't take the poking, get out of the story, that's all I'm saying. ;-)
Meanwhile, locked away in the loony bin, HE was watching. Well, actually, only Cree was watching, because apparently HE had tired of watching the freshmen inflict physical pain onto each other repetitively. HE had walked down to Burger King for some fries.
Mr. Cree, however, could only cringe and grimace as his freshmen continually led each other into doors and walls.
He could see all of this of course, because HE had equipped the cameras with night vision AND sound. Not necessarily good for Mr. Cree.
SMACK!
"AH! LAUREN! You &#@^&%@#@#!"
Mr. Cree arched an eyebrow and wiggled his chair closer.
"Sara, Sara!" Tom called.
Sara rubbed her nose.
"What?!?" She yelled, extremely peeved. Tom recoiled.
"Are you sure we're heading towards the administration offices? If I didn't know any better I'd say we just passed the band room again."
Amanda sighed, and looked back to her clarinet counterpart, Diana.
"I know what's wrong." She declared.
"What?" Diana asked.
Amanda gestured towards Sara and Tom, who were up front.
"We've let two brasses lead, that's the problem!"
Tom looked extremely miffed.
"You do better then!" He challenged.
"Ok, I'll.."
"Ah! Amanda! LOOK OUT!"
Amanda dived suddenly to the left as a hooded figure had been creeping up behind her.
"Diana! Behind you!"
Diana flinched and dove between her attacker's legs, pausing enough to yell out,
"Sara! Your right!"
Sara instead quickly took her hair out of its braids, and let it fly. All activity ceased, as a river of lethal bushy hair encircled Sara's shoulders.
"Bring it."
*Here Author presses play button*
"Ah! Ah! I've been hit!!"
Sara turned and gave Lauren's attacker a suffocating mouthful of hair.
"AHHUGughhh.." He choked.
Meanwhile, Diana and Amanda had adapted a back-to-back clarinet-fighting stance, and were working a clever hit-and-pull tactic. Tom was in full high-kick mode, and was dropkicking everything that came near.
Soon the five freshmen were surrounded by unconscious figures. Well ok, they didn't actually know that there were figures strewn everywhere, because it was so dark. Tom had seen the first attacker come behind Amanda due to a glint of moonlight that had reflected off the attacker's wristwatch.
The freshmen stood back to back in a circle, suspiciously eyeing the darkness that surrounded them.
"Come on, let's go." Sara said, stumbling over a random body.
Amanda grabbed Sara by the sleeve.
"What?!?"
Amanda pointed down the hallway opposite to that of which Sara was heading.
"Oh."
Amanda rolled her eyes as Diana sidled up next to her.
"THAT'S why brasses should never lead."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Back down the hallway, five seniors lay prone and unconscious on the cold marble floor. Danielle groaned slowly raised herself up, while rubbing her throbbing head. She felt around and located the others. Just then Val woke up.
"Ow..what..what? Anyone awake here?"
"I am."
"Danielle?"
"Yep."
"Oh..what happened?"
"We got our behinds kicked by a couple of freshmen. That's what."
"Oh."
There was an awkward pause.
"Eh..what will the others say? I mean, this won't look to good.."
Slowly the others woke as Danielle thought that over.
"No one really needs to know.. Do they?" Chris offered.
"No." Danielle said sharply.
"This never happens. If the freshmen bring it up, we deny it. Simple."
"Ok.."
"So do we still go after them?"
Danielle sighed.
"Yes..Of course we still go after them. They are freshmen you know.. and there still is a psychopath out there.."
Asa sniffed. "Oh fine then. Lead on already."