Chapter 1
13 Years Later
The band froze in their positions and waited for instructions. They were on the field, practicing, on a brisk autumn day on the first of October.
"Alright people, we have twenty minutes left. Let's run it back to the beginning and do the whole show!" shouted Mr. Greene. The whole marching band relaxed and literally ran to their beginning drill spots. The drum major, Brittany, raised her hands, and glanced around the band to see if they were ready.
"BAND TEN HUT!" she shouted.
"HOOH!" came the response from the band.
Brittany tapped four counts in the air with her hand. "ONE...TWO...MARK TIME...MOVE!"
"Excellent!" clapped Mr. Greene, as the band was once again, frozen in their spots. "That looked great! Alright, you're done for the day. Go put your instruments away, see ya!" The entire band cheered. "Oh, and don't forget to sign up for Drunk Driver Week!"
Drunk Driver Week, or DDW, was where you were pulled out of class, if you signed up, and given a shirt to wear. This was to demonstrate how many kids drunk drivers kill on prom night. Everyone loved signing up, since when you're "killed", you don't have to do any work for the rest of the week. Of course, there's a catch; you're not allowed to talk or communicate at all with anyone.
"So," said Allison, "are you signing up?"
"Yeah," Jim responded, "who wouldn't?"
Allison laughed, "I guess that's true. This is the one week that everyone looks forward to, besides the last week of school."
They both walked up to the sign-up list on the announcements board. Each signed their names and put their clarinets away.
"Yoo knowf," Allison said, her reed sticking out of her mouth, "Thereths a new gwim weaper thith yeaw." The students referred to the person "killing" the kids as the grim reaper. It then became tradition that that person wore a grim reaper costume, just for fun. Allison took the reed out of her mouth and put it in her case. "Have you heard?"
"Yeah," Jim said as he put his clarinet in his locker, "As I've heard, it's some guy named Tom."
13 Years Later
The band froze in their positions and waited for instructions. They were on the field, practicing, on a brisk autumn day on the first of October.
"Alright people, we have twenty minutes left. Let's run it back to the beginning and do the whole show!" shouted Mr. Greene. The whole marching band relaxed and literally ran to their beginning drill spots. The drum major, Brittany, raised her hands, and glanced around the band to see if they were ready.
"BAND TEN HUT!" she shouted.
"HOOH!" came the response from the band.
Brittany tapped four counts in the air with her hand. "ONE...TWO...MARK TIME...MOVE!"
"Excellent!" clapped Mr. Greene, as the band was once again, frozen in their spots. "That looked great! Alright, you're done for the day. Go put your instruments away, see ya!" The entire band cheered. "Oh, and don't forget to sign up for Drunk Driver Week!"
Drunk Driver Week, or DDW, was where you were pulled out of class, if you signed up, and given a shirt to wear. This was to demonstrate how many kids drunk drivers kill on prom night. Everyone loved signing up, since when you're "killed", you don't have to do any work for the rest of the week. Of course, there's a catch; you're not allowed to talk or communicate at all with anyone.
"So," said Allison, "are you signing up?"
"Yeah," Jim responded, "who wouldn't?"
Allison laughed, "I guess that's true. This is the one week that everyone looks forward to, besides the last week of school."
They both walked up to the sign-up list on the announcements board. Each signed their names and put their clarinets away.
"Yoo knowf," Allison said, her reed sticking out of her mouth, "Thereths a new gwim weaper thith yeaw." The students referred to the person "killing" the kids as the grim reaper. It then became tradition that that person wore a grim reaper costume, just for fun. Allison took the reed out of her mouth and put it in her case. "Have you heard?"
"Yeah," Jim said as he put his clarinet in his locker, "As I've heard, it's some guy named Tom."