Disclaimer: I own everything that you don't recognize, this story is sorta, almost exactly like, a pirates' life indeed. Which you should really read because it's funny as all get out!
Default Chapter.
It was 2:37am and instead of being home under the covers of my warm bed, I was here. A cold bumpy bus lying on Tyler's back attempting to sleep. Ah. Life of a guardian. This life should be a reality show. MHS marching band and colorguard. Notice that the guard is always mentioned last.
No wonder we get the least credit and respect, even though we work the hardest and spend the most time at school. We spend more time at school then any other sport the school has to offer. How else do you explain being on a bus this early on a Sunday morning/ Saturday night? Most parents are worried about drugs and drive-bys, what they should be worried about is their kids dying of exhaustion. Oh well, if I die, at least I know that I'll be with 97 of my best friends...
My CD player just ran out of batteries, so I guess the next 3 ½ hours are gonna be silent. Oh Well, I've become accustomed to these extremely cramped busses and can fall asleep easier here than in my own bed. Probably because I'm never this exhausted at home. But tonight I can't sleep. Maybe it's because Melanie is singing songs from my favorite movie of all time, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, or maybe because Tyler's back isn't the most comfortable I've ever had.
Or maybe it's because I'm still pissed at myself for dropping my sabre during the show, and bringing our score down because of it. Whatever, I decide to sit up and in the process hit the side of my head on Addy and Josh's seat in front of me. All of the sudden the world goes black...