~Christmas Parade~

Ok I walk into the band room wearing 2 shirts, and 3 pairs of pants. Yeah, it was cold.

We were instructed to get our uniforms, and only put on the pants for now. So I fetch my uniform, and put on my pants. Now, my three pairs of pants just weren't fitting under the uniform. So I took off my top layer of pants (pj pants). Rachel (freshie mallets player) yells "SHEILA! Can you resist taking off your pants in public?!?!"

"I've got 2 others on!!!!" I shouted back, laughing.

Then we have Fred, whose wearing under-armor, that's too big for him, so the shirt goes past his waist. It was black and tight…

"FRED'S WEARING A SKIRT!!!" I shouted, for all to hear of course.

"NOT HUH!! MY under-armor is too big! And it just looks like I'm wearing a skirt." He protested.

Mike's busy complaining about how his pants make him look fat.

"I look like a woman…who's had at least 3 kids." he says.

"That and Fred's wearing a skirt." I added.

"I'm not wearing a skirt! but at least me and Sheila don't look like we're girls." Fred said.

*Evil glare from me, as I go to push him* Mike's laughing, and then Fred realizes what he just said. "…who's had three children! *I push him* hey I corrected what I said!"

We all just start laughing.

After we've all got our uniforms on, Mr. D tells us to load the buses. I sit w/Mike, and Fred is behind us. Mike and Fred are talking about who knows what, and I just kinda spaced out. Then they made fun of me for spacing out!!

"I think she's asleep….with her eyes open." Said Fred. Mike proceeds to clap his hands in my face. "Hey I'm awake!" I said.

"But you're not talking! You're just kind of sitting there, looking all blaaaaah."

"That's 'cause I have no idea what you guys are talking about, and I've got nothing to say." I replied.

"Your sugar-high died" said Mike…*tear*.

Not that much later, we got there. We met in a parking lot, so we line up, play the song once, and then wonder around the parking lot, staying in the general vicinity.

For a little bit, Mike was a talking mime. Yes, a talking mime. It didn't last that long…even if he could talk.

Then we stood in a lil circle, each of us resting our arms on someone(s) else. We started singing. Mostly Bohemian Rhapsody, but I only know like not even half the words to that song. When they were done playing, I said "ok, now let's play something I know the words to!"

Then Fred started singing How You Remind Me, so we sung that one. Well, we song some of it, and then we were called to get back in lines. We were last in the parade by the way.

I ended up being in between Kevin, and Mike. We marching a little bit to get to the spot we had to be in, and where we could watch the rest of the parade. That was fun, got some candy. Everyone was stuffing candy in their Santa hats. I saw my karate class go by, so I'm like "DEREK! DUTZ!" (Derek: Lil' bro, Dutz: friend). And a lot of people know Dutz, so they started screaming "Hi" to Dutz. "Hey you guys, say hi to my little brother too!!!" I said.

"HI DEREK! /HI SHEILA'S LITTLE BROTHER" a bunch of people screamed.

"Ok that's better." I said, but by that point they were almost gone.

We saw the Jr. High band that everyone loves! We all have a ton of friends in that band, so we were all saying high. Some were also saying "Go T***** go ***** go, go, go T*****. (T***** - name of the school).

Todd was really hyper that night too. I was standing with Mike, Kevin, and Tim and I feel a slight tugging on the end of my Santa hat. Todd had the ball of my Santa hat in his mouth. "Todd! EW! Gross!" I said. He just started laughing. Tim, Fred, and Mike didn't see what happened, and they wanted to know what I was screaming about. "TODD HAD MY BALL IN HIS MOUTH!!!" I shouted.

"YOUR BALL?!"  They asked. "Is there something you're not telling us?!"

"No, EW, no, EW, no. My Santa hat!" I said.

"Oh ok, ew." they said.

Soon we had to line back up, and start marching.

Once we were at all stand still, Mike put his hands in his pants. "Mike! What are ya doing?!? I said.

"They stay warmer in there!! You should try it!!" he said.

"Mike, get your hands out of your pants! There are innocent people watching!" I said.

"Innocent people?? Innocent??  I see no innocent people around." He said.

Shamu, who's behind us, says "Oh you know what he's doing with his hands in his pants."

"Hey! My hands are like at my bellybutton, there is some space! *he does a hand gesture to show they space*

"Oh jeeze…" I sighed.

"Mike I forbid you to put your hands in your pants."

"Awwwww, can I put them in someone else's pants????" he asked hopefully.

"No." I said quite plainly.

After some marching, we come to another stand-still. He had stopped in front of a house with a wide front room window, and they're TV was on. It was a game. Star, and Kevin start watching it.

"Is that football?" she asked. You couldn't see the TV very well.

"No it's hockey….Flyers game…" said Kevin, somewhat entranced by the TV. I'm watching them watch the game, and they kept moving around, because Mike and I were in the way.

"Kevin, would you like me to move?" I asked. He smiles, and nods.

So I step aside. Mike, however, jumps in the way even more. "I'm not moving!"

He gets yelled at by those watching the game, and he gets pushed out of the way.

More marching, another stand-still. I turn to see Kevin with his hands in his pants. "Kevin!"

"What??" he said, innocently, as if he as done no wrong.

"If Mike can't put his hands in his pants then neither can you." I said. "Mike! Kevin stole your hands-in-pants idea."

"Hey! That was MY idea! I put a patent on that baby!" said Mike.

Kevin doesn't listen, and continues to put his hands in his pants. "Well if he can do it, so can I!" said Mike as he sticks his pants in his pants.

" Oh grrrrrr…" I said as I gave up. We marched the rest of the parade, and we were soon on the buses.

Once again I sat with Mike, then Todd came and sat with us. Our bus proceeded to sing "Bohemian Rhapsody" some more. Jack talks really loud. We're just sitting there, and you can here him talking in the front of the bus. "My glasses got stuck to my uni-brow…"…

We were back in the bandroom, Jack was having a laughing fit from what was going on in the front of the bus. "Sheila! You should really have been on our bus!"

"Haha I WAS on your bus!"

"Really?! Where?!"

"With Mike and Fred. *I mock him* 'My glasses got stuck to my uni-brow…'" . That just sent him into another laughing fit. After much difficulty (you marching band people should be familiar with the difficulty of uniforms), we were all out of our uniforms, and went home. Da END.

*A/N Yeah…Sorry I rapped this one up so quickly. I've been slacking a bit lately…DON'T HURT ME! I DO have school, and a LIFE you know. Maybe not a very lucrative or exciting one, but a life nonetheless. Anyways, I'm off to write a sci-fi story for my science class, and also the Dale and the Magic Trumpet story a promised. Cya!