Chapter 1 Part 1:

Morning Band Practice

How did I know that "they" were going to attack?! How was I to know what horrible events could happen in the course of a couple of days?! I'll tell you how…..I DIDN'T!

I woke up thinking it was going to be like any other boring "normal" day, but how wrong I was! This day was anything but normal, it was awful, horrible, unthinkable, infamous, unexplainable, and down right wrong! Oh, I almost forgot, my name is Amy. I'm your normal everyday teenage girl who's a total band freak! ((wooo go band freaks! ..)) I'm about 5'4 have shoulder length blond hair, hazel eyes that change to green every once in a while, and glasses, though I'm getting contacts soon!! ((Now I'm no here to go on and on, alright so I am, but on with the story!))

I woke up, like another day, to my radio alarm blaring at full blast. Groggily getting up, I fumbled over to my clock and proceeded with the usual beating, until I hit the off button. Then I dragged myself downstairs, and my usual LONG boring day began. As I walked ((ok more like fell and stumbled)) down the stairs, I remembered I had early morning band! ((of course I HAD to forget to reset my timer to wake me up earlier...hmp!....)) I knew I'd forgotten something, and just THEN I remembered! ((Why does that always happen to me?!)) I was running late! Sprinting around the house, I got ready. Yelling up the stairs "Bye Mom! Bye Dad! I'm going to school! I got early morning' band!"

"All right, walk safely..." sleepily mumbled my parents, from their bedroom, as I ran to the door; AFTER giving my dog a quick pat on the head. Grabbing some toast, and getting my backpack, I left, half walking half sprinting, to school. After all, I only live about, what, three or four minuets from school! When I arrived, I heard the constant beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep… of the "Evil" metronome! I knew the other band members were already marching back and forth from set to set keeping in step with the evil sound of the beeping metronome! So I knew I'd better hurry, I was going to be marked late and have to make up time, and I didn't want to make up much time, I already had an hour to make up for missing a parade! ((you see if you miss some mandatory band thing without giving notice to our director, your expected to make up that time missed by either marching if off, or cleaning in the band room after school, or whatever our director decides shall be your fate! but its not to bad...))

Getting into the band room, I threw my backpack on the floor, by the lockers, covered with the other band peep's belongings. Then I quickly assembled my instrument, and ran outside to join the others in early morning band practice. I was lucky I only missed ten minuets of practice so I only had a hour and ten minuets of time to make up! ((well...for now…hehe))

beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep…beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep…

((that's supposed to be the different tempos that the metronome beeps....[hiss]...evvvvvil thing!! [shudder]))

Over and over, set to set, the beeping!! The marching! The keeping in step! Playing! Ugh! It was enough to drive a person insane! Yet what can I say? I was a band freak! Band was my life! I lived, breathed, and was band! Band was everything to me! My whole life was band this, band that, oh I've got band, or opps I have band practice…((No I'm not obsessed with band! note HEAVY sarcasm [halo] )) so really I wasn't to bothered by all that. The metronome though! No one could like that thing! (( well, unless you were deaf...[sweat drop]...anyways the metronome is not the point…full point…of the story…moving on))Finally those sweet words of relief were said that made your heart dance and sing after an hour of listening to Dr. Beat (a.k.a. the metronome)

"OK lets turn off the metronome and that's it! See you 3rd period!"

Wow, what a stampede those words can cause! Trying not to get killed by the stampede of band people, or the passing cars of people trying to get to the back parking lot, I pushed and shoved my way back to my book bag. ((you see our band room is on the side of our school, and it leads to the back parking lot durr I'm not being to obvious here am I? lol)) Putting my instrument in the locker ((Hey I only play flute after all)) I picked up my book bag and proceeded to the cafeteria. I had about five minuets of relaxation before I had to go to first period, so why not go and talk to my boyfriend and friends for about, o three minuets?

"Ugh! I'm so freaking tired!" I said sitting down and slamming my head in to my arms, narrowly missing slamming my head into the table on accident.

"Join the club!" chimed in two of my friends from band who came with me to the

cafeteria. ((You see the cafeteria is like our morning hang out. We go there in the morning to just talk about anything and everything and to get any 'unfinished' homework done!...not that I don't ALWAYS finish my homework and HOME...[nervous laugh] ))"Awww!! Poor Amy...sorry to hear that" said my boyfriend, Troy. ((He's my sweaty! I WUV him!! [girly laugh]....[sweat drop]....ok little mushy I know, but he IS my boyfriend haha))"Naw, it's ok I'm fine"

"Well I know that!" he said teasingly, causing me to blush.

"Wakie, Wakie!" he said while proceeding to poke me, otherwise to tickle me, in the sides.

While I wiggled and laughed I said, "Stop that...I just...want...sleeeeep. pweaaaaaaase? [pouts]"

"Nope silly smirk, [sees pout] don't do that!"

"Awww what's wrong Troy? Don't like it when I make my pouty face? [pouts again] [teasing laugh]"

"No! and you know that haha..."

"Fine, [sighs] I'll be good haha"

After a few more moments of down time, the bell rang, so I dragged myself from the cafeteria table ((which was starting to feel as comfortable as my bed...)) , and headed to first period. I had boring history! So of course I almost fell asleep in it. ((Now I'm not a good student, or a bad one for that matter. I'm just a normal student with average grades, ok only passing with B's and C's and at least one A , who is always getting the best grades in band. Getting back on topic though…)) I was still very tired, and it was a struggle to stay awake in that class. I could feel Mrs. Fritz's eyes looking at me every now and then too! ((always creepy when you know someone is watching you...[sweat drop] ))