The Official Fluter's Catalogue
PG-13
Summary: I play the flute in marching band. Follow me throughout each day as I record my experiences in this fan fiction. All real-life. Nothing is made up. Just real, harsh, gripping facts of what it's like to be a teenage girl who plays the flute. And trust me, my life isn't dull.
Category: Marching Band
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I was walking on moonbeams.
Wow! That almost sounded like the start of a song- But anyway, that's what it felt like. I was a whole complete new person. I would look in the mirror and see someone who I hadn't seen in many years- a person who looked happy in life with a smile across her lips! It was amazing to feel so fulfilled and light-hearted and excited about dreams and friends. That's what marching band was- it was the start of a new lifelong journey. It was as if I had been in my cottony dark cocoon for four years and finally I could see the sun pouring in through the fibrous cracks! I was free! I walked with a bounce in my step every day of band camp.
I soaked up every minute of being with my new friends. I was so intrigued by all these fresh faces who had stories behind them. I wanted to read every one like a book and learn as much as I could of these eccentric girls that I would later call my hope. Staring at Hayley or Sarah or Kayla I would see their eyes, the curtain of their eyes, anyway, and I knew there was so much more backstage behind the backdrop.
Sometimes I felt awkward. They had all known each other from elementary school and already had their share of funny stories and inside jokes. I longed to inherit some as well involving them.
They would jump onto each other's backs and carry each other down the hall laughing. I'd laugh too, but silently feel jealous. I wouldn't show it though, I didn't want them to think I was a bad person. I wanted them to like me as much as the buckets would go without overflowing. I wanted to be liked so much it was ridiculous. Sometimes I'd stare at them from afar and see how amazing each and every one of them was and think 'If she doesn't like me I'm going to go home and kill myself.' It was pretty drastic. But I never meant any of it. I always lied to myself. I was such a wimp.
One day sticks out in my mind more than any other. I feel it was the day I realized that maybe I did have a friend after all. It was lunch at marching band practice and we were all in the cafeteria. It was a round table running over the brim with smiling faces. One of them was mine and I felt at peace.
Hayley was sitting across from me. She was laughing with her friend Lilly about something. I wanted so badly to be the one she was whispering to.
I don't even remember how it happened, but I know the next second she was in the seat next to mine and we were making up a dance. It was rather random and spontaneous: it involved chicken flapping and weird noises, and I loved every minute of it.
In the past I had belonged to a group of people who shadowed over me. I had to be someone else with those people, someone not me. If I wanted to act stupid, I'd have to stand there and bite my tongue because they would have disowned me in the blink of an eye. I hated it.
Now I was with a group of people who were so outgoing and crazy that it was surreal! I couldn't believe my luck, and still can't, that I had found the most over-looked piece of gold in the sifting-tray. They were so rare, and yet I had them.
The first time I spent the night with Hayley was by far the most happy day of my life.
After the ballgame that day, I squeezed into the car with Hayley and Lilly in the backseat. We were taking Lilly home, but we made a pit-stop. Food Lion! Her mom was allowing us to get out and get some candy for later that night so me and Hayley could pig out on it. Money was no object..and I knew just what I wanted..
Suddenly I grabbed a buggy and something snapped. I commented that Hayley out to hop in and I'd push her around. Hayley refused with a meek shake of the head and I shrugged. But Lilly much to my surprise hopped in and she was ready to go!
So around the store we coasted in the middle of the night down the candy isle. Only one employee was working there at the time so we had no one to really spy on us and we were free to fulfill our every whim. I screeched the buggy at a stop beside the Reeses candy. My eyelids rose and my mouth unhinged itself from my jaw. There was the jackpot. Who knew Reeses could come in so many shapes and forms? It was Reeses heaven!
I started piling it all into the buggy- I still don't remember how much I dumped in there, but it was enough sugar to give you cavities just looking at it. There were regular-sized Reeses cups, mini-sized cups, Fast Breaks, Reeses wafer bars, Reeses Pieces...fantastic.
I finally was satisfied with the mountain of sugar piled into the buggy with Lilly, and we made our way to the check-out counter to the one employee dumb enough to be awake at that time of night.
He was young, maybe in his twenties, with reddish-brown hair that was a mess and a baggy Food Lion shirt with a nametag reading 'Eric Store Manager'. As we came wheely-ing towards him, he raised an eyebrow and yawned.
"Hello Eric! We have some things here." We said laughing, taking turns placing the candy bags on the belt. "How old are you?" One of us asked, I don't remember who, and he answered 'twenty (something). I'm really not all that old." This response would stay in our minds forever. Little did that young boy realize that he would soon be our very own celebrity. And now every time we talk about him, we call him 'Sir Eric'. He's not all that old, you have to remember that.
More of the sleepover in the next chapter! Thank you everyone who reviewed!..Julie