Chapter two

Authors Note-

Hi!

waves energetically my name is Kayley! Well, it's not really Kayley, but that's what you shall know me by so it doesn't matter to you, now does it? Heheh. This is my first Marching Band story. Woot! Totally Fictional By the way. OH and I don't own marching band! Please review! I like reviews. Reviews make me write faster and better, so yeah! Ta ta for now!

"Cici!" yelled Hailey, Cici's friend from tennis yelled as she ran up to Cecilia's bed along with all the other members of the Sunny Slopes High Varsity Tennis team, "Oh my god! The team had been worried sick about you! Coach Tersy always did say that she wanted you to stop skateboarding! 'It's dangerous!' she said, but did you the high and mighty Cecilia Davis listen? No! You didn't! And now you're probably going to have to sit out for the next six games!"

The entire Girls Varsity tennis team had come to visit Cecilia. As much as she loved her teammates, Cici really didn't want to see them right now. All the girls on the team where very loud and could be annoying at times. Not exactly what a person in Cecilia's position wanted to hear.

"Is it true that you almost died?" Said Kelsey, the number one singles player on the team.

"Are you going to be able to play?" Said another girl. (Cecilia didn't quite see who it was)

"We won Yesterday, Cici!"

"I hope you're okay!"

"Ohmigod! You won't believe who asked Kelsey out after the game!"

"Did they give you ice cream, Ci?"

All the voices blended together as the members of the Tennis team prattled on and on.

"Girls!" Yelled coach Tersy as she entered the room.

Her authoritative voice instantly silenced all of the girls.

"Leave poor Miss Davis alone! I need to talk to her! Shoo! You can talk to her latter!"

The girls sadly left the room.

"How are you doing Cecilia?" Coach Tersy grunted.

"Better."

"When do you think that you can get back out there on the court?"

"Um," Cecilia mumbled, lips pressed tightly together," The doctor said that I'm probably not going to be able to play tennis ever again."

Coach Tersy was quiet for a very long time. She looked like a child whose puppy had run away.

"Well, that's okay I guess," She mumbled (it obviously wasn't okay), "We'll miss you, see you around, Davis."

She got up and walked out of the door. That was the last time that Cecilia spoke to Coach Tersy.

The following Monday morning, Cecilia Davis stood on the stone steps in front of Sunny Slopes high. She looked up at the old stone words that ran across the top of the Door in fancy letters. Never Underestimate the obvious, it read. Cecilia really didn't understand it. She wasn't sure if anyone really did. She walked up to the large wooden oak doors and placed her hand on the handle. Turning it, she thought about what she was about to do. The thought terrified her, even if she was unwilling to admit it. Cecilia opened the door and took her first steps into Sunny Slopes High as a normal High School Student. She was no longer Cecilia the Tennis star or Cecilia that one girl that's really good at skating, she was Cecilia Davis. Nothing defined her anymore. She had no purpose in life.

As she walked down the Hall, she couldn't help but notice how few people where greeting her. Almost no one from the tennis team would talk to her anymore. As soon as they had found out that Cecilia was no longer on the team, they had stopped speaking to her. Even Hailey wouldn't speak to her. Hailey and Cecilia had been friend ever since they had been on a tennis league at the local YMCA.

Soon Cecilia had reached the performing arts wing. She had never actually been down that hallway before. It looked foreign and strange. She walked down it, feeling strongly out of place. She found the room that she was looking for, room P125. As she opened the door she saw a group of people standing just inside. She assumed that they were band kids. As she walked in, all of their eyes where drawn to her. The talking stopped. Cecilia could tell how out of place she was. Today she was wearing her hot pink cargo miniskirt, her highlighter yellow fishnets, her black belly shirt that read 'I have issues', Her Belly Button Ring that was in the shape of a small orange rose and her trademark blue and green converse shoes. Her shaggy black hair was pulled up into two pigtails on either side of her head. All the band kids wore simple jeans and their show shirts for that season.

"Uh, Maddie, I have to go clean my trombone," Said a tall girl with red hair. It was obvious that she had no intention of actually cleaning her trombone.

The girl that must have been Maddie nodded quickly, looking nervously over at Cecilia. The entire band kids quickly folowed the two girls deeper into the band fortress.

Cici rolled her eyes.

What geeks! She thought.

After getting her amusement for the day after the homogonously dressed band geeks, Cici turned her attention to the real reason why she was here: Finding Mr.Glock, the band director. Cecilia looked around her surroundings. On her right, she saw a whiteboard. It had announcements and such on it:

Jimmy, call mom before practice

Happy sweet 16 Jeanelle!

Percussionists, see Mr.G about the "Gong incident" : -

Sarah, I love you, please go the homecoming with me? 3 Charles

Charles, I don't love you! Please stop stalking me! - Sarah

To her left, Cecilia saw a door. On it was a name plate. It read Fredrick Glock.

"Well, that's probably Where I might find Mr. Glock," Cecilia said to her self as she knocked on the door. A very interesting looking man opened the door. He had extremely curly red hair. He was a little bit taller than Cecilia and he was a little bit over weight.

"Um, Hi!" Cecilia started, "My name is Cecilia Davis. My mother said that I need to talk to you about marching band."

"Oh, I know who you are, Cecilia. Everyone in the music community knows who you are! You're Cecilia Davis, the girl that won the highly coveted Greg T. Waltz Piano scholarship at the age of eight!"

Cecilia couldn't help but roll her eyes. Sure, she had been decent at Piano when she was little. Why did everyone have to make such a big deal out of it?

"Come in Cecilia," Mr. Glock said, "You're probably going to be here for a while.