2004 –
"SHIZNEZ," swore Jacob as he pulled out of the parking lot. He had just run over the curb, creating a loud screeching sound and many stares. He was not used to driving his new car, a beautiful 1990 Ford Escort, and especially had difficulty turning the broken steering wheel.
"I really shouldn't be driving in this old piece of crap," announced Jacob, to no one in particular, "What I need is a Jaguar of some sorts. It might work a bit better."
Of course, his parents would never buy him a jaguar. They thought it would be best for their son to stay away from wild animals. "Never jump on the back of something without a saddle," they would always say.
Jacob clanked his way down Long Lake Road to his house, an old yellow and purple ranch with two windows. He stopped the car (by hitting the dashboard) and climbed out through the hole in the roof.
"Man, what would I do without a sunroof," he rhetorically asked.
Jacob waggled up his driveway and up to his front door, where he pushed on the tiny red "push me" button. It gave out a loud honking sound, to which a rather large man and a rather small woman appeared to answer it.
"Oh, Jacob, sweety, you're home!" exclaimed Mrs. Hendre, obviously excited.
"He's always home, what more do you want?" stated Mr. Hendre.
"Yeah, but today is different!" explained Mrs. Hendre.
"How so?" asked Mr. Hendre.
"Because today is a whole different tomorrow!" finished Mrs. Hendre, confusing both father and son.
A brief pause circulated the doorway as Mrs. Hendre skipped away to the family room.
"Get inside," ordered Mr. Hendre.
Jacob trotted his way up to his room and promptly sat down at the computer screen. He turned his old box on and took out his summer school homework. Just then, and no later, the telephone rang.
"Hello?" Jacob monotonously asked.
"Hey, Jacob, it's Chris," replied the telephone. "Chris who?" Jacob asked.
"Chris Cheng," replied Chris, rather loudly.
"Oh. Well, what do you want?" asked Jacob.
"I was just wondering if you would like to come over and practice our instruments," answered Cheng.
"Get lost Cheng," proposed Jacob as he hung up the phone.
Jacob looked at his clarinet.
"Maybe I should practice," thought Jacob.
He then forcefully decided against it. He had never really practiced anyways. Being a clarinetist, not much was expected from him. He somehow managed to squirm his way into the symphonic band, at which point he came to the conclusion that practicing was overrated.
"And besides," he reasoned, "it is the middle of summer and I have quite a long time before chair placements and whatnot."
Jacob spent the next few hours completing homework, chatting online, and running errands for his delusional mother. He looked up at the clock.
"Oh crap, sectionals!" realized Jacob.
Jacob hated his sectionals. Crazed and awful things always happened at them. This one was to be no exception.
[yeah, this chapter is horrible, but I needed someway to introduce my main character. Hang in there, I promise ill give you some better material next time. I've always hated the expositions, but they are needed. Just to make it clear, Jacob does not exist in our school. I made him up and added him in with the rest of our real band, so all personalities and actions done by him are exclusively fake.]
"SHIZNEZ," swore Jacob as he pulled out of the parking lot. He had just run over the curb, creating a loud screeching sound and many stares. He was not used to driving his new car, a beautiful 1990 Ford Escort, and especially had difficulty turning the broken steering wheel.
"I really shouldn't be driving in this old piece of crap," announced Jacob, to no one in particular, "What I need is a Jaguar of some sorts. It might work a bit better."
Of course, his parents would never buy him a jaguar. They thought it would be best for their son to stay away from wild animals. "Never jump on the back of something without a saddle," they would always say.
Jacob clanked his way down Long Lake Road to his house, an old yellow and purple ranch with two windows. He stopped the car (by hitting the dashboard) and climbed out through the hole in the roof.
"Man, what would I do without a sunroof," he rhetorically asked.
Jacob waggled up his driveway and up to his front door, where he pushed on the tiny red "push me" button. It gave out a loud honking sound, to which a rather large man and a rather small woman appeared to answer it.
"Oh, Jacob, sweety, you're home!" exclaimed Mrs. Hendre, obviously excited.
"He's always home, what more do you want?" stated Mr. Hendre.
"Yeah, but today is different!" explained Mrs. Hendre.
"How so?" asked Mr. Hendre.
"Because today is a whole different tomorrow!" finished Mrs. Hendre, confusing both father and son.
A brief pause circulated the doorway as Mrs. Hendre skipped away to the family room.
"Get inside," ordered Mr. Hendre.
Jacob trotted his way up to his room and promptly sat down at the computer screen. He turned his old box on and took out his summer school homework. Just then, and no later, the telephone rang.
"Hello?" Jacob monotonously asked.
"Hey, Jacob, it's Chris," replied the telephone. "Chris who?" Jacob asked.
"Chris Cheng," replied Chris, rather loudly.
"Oh. Well, what do you want?" asked Jacob.
"I was just wondering if you would like to come over and practice our instruments," answered Cheng.
"Get lost Cheng," proposed Jacob as he hung up the phone.
Jacob looked at his clarinet.
"Maybe I should practice," thought Jacob.
He then forcefully decided against it. He had never really practiced anyways. Being a clarinetist, not much was expected from him. He somehow managed to squirm his way into the symphonic band, at which point he came to the conclusion that practicing was overrated.
"And besides," he reasoned, "it is the middle of summer and I have quite a long time before chair placements and whatnot."
Jacob spent the next few hours completing homework, chatting online, and running errands for his delusional mother. He looked up at the clock.
"Oh crap, sectionals!" realized Jacob.
Jacob hated his sectionals. Crazed and awful things always happened at them. This one was to be no exception.
[yeah, this chapter is horrible, but I needed someway to introduce my main character. Hang in there, I promise ill give you some better material next time. I've always hated the expositions, but they are needed. Just to make it clear, Jacob does not exist in our school. I made him up and added him in with the rest of our real band, so all personalities and actions done by him are exclusively fake.]