Chapter 2
"We will see you in a few hours!" Hewey's parents called after him, as he jumped out of the back of the pickup truck, and onto the pavement. Finally its here, god I'm so nervous, he thought to himself as he started to head toward the school, where the camp was being held.
"Hey newbie, what instrument you play?" came a voice from behind Hewey as he entered the main lobby of the cavernous school. He turned and saw a kid coming up with black hair and chocolate brown eyes.
"Trumpet, and who you calling newbie, you are no older then I," Hewey replied after he noticed that the kid was his age, and year.
"Ah, you are the one that took 6th slot aren't yah? I am currently 5th and I have heard some things about you. This is my second year, I started as a freshie, kinda hard to imagine," the kid replied and Hewey nodded his head.
"What's your name?" Hewey asked.
"My names Jared Ashton, and yours?" Jared replied shaking the hair from his eyes.
"Well I am called Hewey, so yeah I guess I am Hewey," Hewey replied smiling and shaking Jared's hand. "So where are we supposed to be going anyway?"
"The cafeteria is where it was held last year, I guess it will be in there again, at least to start off," Jared said, leading the way and Hewey followed him, to where it opened into the biggest cafeteria Hewey had ever seen.
"This place is huge!" Hewey exclaimed, looking around and noticing that it was nearly the size of the gym at his high school. There was a blaring of a horn and a few muttered curses, as a drum landed on one of the drummers foots.
"Yeah it is kinda big, wonder where the section is..." Jared said, before disappearing into the crowd and Hewey had to hurry to catch up with him. Jared stopped and was greeted by a few people and then he turned to Hewey.
"Is there section leaders, like there is in marching band?" Hewey asked, curiously staring around at the people in the section, noticing that most were juniors and seniors.
"Yes, there's the main one, who is Will McMan, over there talking to one of the drum majors, then there is Mike Mutterfield," Jared said, pointing the final one out. Even before the person turned, Hewey already knew whom it was. This was the section leader that had caused him and others so much pain and suffering last year.
Mike turned and noticed Jared was here and came over, patting him on the back. "Its good to have you back Jared..." he said his voice trailing off as he noticed who was standing next to Jared. "Hello Hewey,"
"Hello Mike," Hewey said, almost sounding not pissed at all to the person he hated the most.
"You two know each other?" Jared asked his curiosity taking control and Hewey and Mike nodded in agreement.
"We used to go to the same school together," Mike replied, his eyes showing cold hatred to Hewey.
"Yes we used to, until you got expelled for that little incident," Hewey spat out, his anger building. "Or have you forgotten?"
Mike became enraged at him and was about to do something when Jared stepped in the way. "Alright that's good for introductions, now lets go warm up," He said pushing Hewey away and away from Mike.
Hewey turned away and walked until Jared had stopped pushing him. "Maybe some day I will tell you what happened," Hewey said with a sigh as he sat down and opened his case and pulled out his new silver trumpet. They warmed up together, not really saying much and stopped when they had heard whistles sounding, they waited for the director to appear.