Now, here's my side of the story.
My name's Aria, and I'm a trumpet. My hair's crimson red, natural of course, and my eyes are bright green. I've got a splash of freckles across my nose.
Well, anyway. So I was at band that day, when Kate joined. I didn't know her yet, but I would, everyone would. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's start from that day, MY story.
I got out of the car, and looked around. I turned and grabbed my trumpet case. I walked out, red hair swinging idly. It was my first day at band since I'd totally ditched band camp to go to the West Indies. Long story short? It was awful, sun burn, bugs, and NO cute boys. But, that doesn't matter for this story.
Anyway, as I stepped out of the car, I was mobbed by a group of flags. The flags, see, they have this idea, that I want to be part of there blonde-haired, blue-eyed, make-up toting clones. They're wrong. But they also won't take a hint, so I'm stuck with them. When they're leader, Emily, shows up, I'm off the hook, but until then? I have to sit and listen to them babble.
Soon the red convertible pulled up, top down, of course. And there she was, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed queen. Oh, and her boyfriend, Mr. Perfect. Actually, his name is Rob, but, who cares? He's got the dark permanently wind-blown hair, the dark 'smokey' eyes, and a six pack.
Whoa, sorry, rambling again, on with the story.
So, here I was, and all ditzy flags had ditched me, THANK GOD! That's when he came up to me.
Who's he? Joe, my section leader. I'd never met him, I don't think I knew his name before that day. I've grown to love the guy, like a brother, an older, obnoxious brother. But when I met him that day? Oi...
"ARIA!" a voice rang out across the field. I rolled my eyes, that's never good.
"you, you're Aria right? The new trumpet. I have to show the moves for the show, because you weren't at band camp..." The guy, Joe, said, walking up.
"I'm busy." I said, looking at him.
What do I hate most in the world? Posers who act like they think they should to fit in. Second? People who try to boss me around.
"Not if I say you're not. I'm your section leader kid, get used to it." He growled, instantly formal and authoritative.
"No, I'm busy. Take a number, get in line." I said, giving him a look, and turning to walk away.
"ARIA LITTLEHAIL! IF YOU WALK AWAY FROM HERE, DO NOT COME BACK!" he screamed, face turning red.
I rolled my eyes, turning around slowly. "Fine." I said, venom dripping from my every letter.
Band this year is going to be a looooong year.