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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After making our casual acquaintance with Eric of the Sir, it was time to go back to the car. I smiled at the Food Lion bag of candy at my feet in the floorboard. It was calling to me, and I couldn't wait to get to Hayley's house and spill its contents into the air and dance in the candied rain.

We dropped Lilly off, and then finally made it to Hayley's house. I had been there before and could remember it perfectly in my memory what the house looked like; downstairs at least. The upstairs was still a new world to me, yet to be discovered. I stood at the bottom of the stairs with my bag slung over my shoulder and peered upwards. Hayley started making her way up so I took a deep breath and followed behind her.

On her door were my drawings that I had sketched for herat5 lunch, and a yellow traffic sign. I don't remember but I think it read 'Squirrel Crossing'. If not, then my mistake Hayley. My memory isn't ALL that reliable.

Her room was a shocker. I imagined black walls with a gray computer in the corner and no light except for a single light bulb in a lamp on the floor. I don't know why I didn't imagine her having anything else. That's just how I saw it. ..her room was not her.

There were so many colors and pretty things. I couldn't believe this was her room; the girl I knew who thought pink ought to be illegal. Her bed covers were even girly. I stood there a minute before it hit me that I couldn't stand there all night.

I walked over to her bed and spilled the candy onto the sheets. It was more than I expected and some of it slid off her bed into the floor. She tells me there is still some there, pushed into the never-ending darkness of what is beneath her bed. There is much more under it, probably even a hobo. I wouldn't know, though. I meant to check while she was asleep, but alas, I had fallen into the spell of drowsiness with her.

We got on the computer and watched tv. My favorite part was when we watched her child-hood tapes. There was one of her when she was maybe two or three, I don't know; but it was Christmas and she was unwrapping her gifts.

She was small and happy and had a puffy diaper on that made her little pants look bulgy in the back. I found this to be quite comical; she didn't.

The next morning after we watched MTV her mom took us to the Mangrove Coffee Cabin and we both got frozen vanilla coffee things. I wish I knew the names of them. Then we had Taco Bell for breakfast, one of her favorite places in the world. And then I went home.

It ended just like that. One moment I was in her room making her a Reeses Candy sandwich and the next I was at home sitting on the couch going over all that had happened. It was rather sad, but I had a heck of a time.

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Band was the usual fun time as always the rest of the year. Every ballgame we would dance in the stands. We even had our own routines we made up for each given songs. It turns out that everyone liked what we were doing and copied us! The band inherited our mojo- even the drum major was up there doing our dance. I found it both aggravating and spiffy, I don't know which one more. It was nice to know that someone liked our dances, but they had been mine and Hayley's thing, and now everyone was doing it. It no longer felt special but, what can you do?

The season was amazing: we only lost one game and it was because of one point. You could add in the fact too that the refs were on the other team's side and were being butt heads, but that's not very nice. Our team were like the ants, and the refs were a giant magnifying glass. It sucked.

Two days ago was the last game. I don't really want to go into it because it may start up the water works, but I'll go over the basics.

Our team got their patoots whooped. We danced in the stands like deranged silly-muffins. We had a good time despite the fact that we lost.

After the game was over, we all did our final march back to the buses. It was sad. I watched all my band experiences marching with us. I looked to my side and there was Hayley and I at our first ball game. I looked to my other side and there was my first kiss. I looked in front of me and there was the first time I met Sarah, Hayley and Kayla and band camp. And all around me was all the memories of my new wonderful friends. Those memories were marching with us, right there that night. I could sense them. I could feel them on the end of my tongue and the tips of my fingers and in my hair.

Kayla, Hayley and I all walked to the buses with our arms linked. We realized then how much each of us meant to each other. These two girls would always be my best friends and we would always have each other. I felt such a connection that night that I had never felt before.

Kayla got whisked away so it was just Hayley and I left. Again, arms linked, we walked the final way to our buses. She and I talked about all the good times we had, and how much fun the whole experience had been. I cared about her so much and didn't want to let go of her arm: it would be our last marching moments before I got on that bus. I felt like crying. As I walked onto my bus it felt like slow motion, that nothing was real. Her face getting smaller and smaller into the darkness of that night; I knew I would never forget what memories she had brought to me and what having a real friend was. I had never had anyone like that before, and I will eternally thank her for it.