Water break was over as soon as it had begun. We all said our farewells to Bush/John ( he was now our official club mascot ) and got back into formation. I got to stand beside Tiffany because she was a flute player like me. Clara was a trumpet player, and Erin was a tuba player. It kind of matched Erin; she was short and not exactly stick-thin unlike myself. I was a little on the "I look anorexic but I'm not" side. I wasn't anorexic, I was just malnourished.

"Let's take it from the top of the opener." Faja said lightly. He was standing on a podium with a microphone. I stood on the forty yard line and Tiffany was in front of me. I coveted the fifty yard line that was a few feet away. My favorite number was fifty. I could feel the vibe coming from it at my left. My foot itched to stretch out and touch it.

"Don't even think about it, Shea." Said the back of Tiffany's head. I pouted and bit my tongue to hold back the urge. I must have that fifty yard line! It was almost time for our section leader to give us new sets. Please let me have the fifty. Please oh please oh please..

Allison, our tall, blonde, blue-eyed section leader who was pretty as a buttercup came to my side. "Let's see…Shea O'collins…you have.." She flipped through her drill chart with long graceful fingers. "..oh, here you are. Shea, you take the third hash from the sideline on the ten yard line." I stared at her. She had to be kidding. That fifty was laughing me in the face right now.

She started to walk away to tell the next person their set. I hurried after her. I felt like a nerdy little kid whose friends just walked off without me, saying 'Wait up you guys!' as I push up my glasses.

"Allison! There has to be some mistake- I can't march from the forty to ten in one move!" She stopped in her tracks and turned around to face me. The sun in her blue eyes made them a pretty crystal aqua. She smiled at me. She almost looked like an angel the way the sun was hitting her.

"All I can tell you Shea, is you have to book butt." And she turned and walked away. I sighed and returned back to my previous spot where Tiffany was standing kicking at an ant hill.

"Well, I'll be seeing ya, Tiffany. Don't try to call my cell phone or anything because it'll probably be long distance." I turned and walked away leaving her bewildered. As I made my long trip to the ten yard line, I got to see who all I would be walking past to get there every time.

At the moment I was walking over the thirty yard line where the drum line were positioned. Jeb and his twin were goofing off hitting each other with their snare drumsticks. Then they started to have a "sword" fight. "On guard!" Jeb shouted dramatically, pretending to stab his twin Jacob in the stomach.

"I'm wounded! I'm wounded!" Jacob started to wobble as if he were about to fall down. Obviously he wasn't watching where he was wobbling to, because he wobbled right into me.

"Oof!" I jumped and so did my flute- right out of my hands. All the sounds in the world stopped for that one moment, and the only sound was the echo of my flute colliding with a sharp rock.

Jacob stared at me and blinked, then bent down to pick up my flute. "Man, I'm retarded. Sorry." He handed it to me. There was a dent in the head joint. " I can break my drumstick for you if you want." He held it in two hands and prepared to break it over his knee.

"No! It's okay, I can probably get this fixed." I tried to convince him. See, it looks kind of cool actually. The dent is in the shape of a fire hydrant.." I smiled and showed him.

"Hey- you're right. I rock!" I suddenly began to see that Jacob was much different from his brother. Jeb had an actual brain- this guy was brain-deprived.

"Um, yeah. Thanks." I frowned and walked away from him, continuing my trek to the ten yard line. When I finally got there I stood on my spot. Now was a good chance to really look at the damage that Jacob had caused. It wasn't in the shape of a fire hydrant at all. The only shape I saw was a hand shooting a bird and below it written in blood were the words "Screw you, Jacob!" Okay, I know I'm a bit melodramatic, but the guy broke my baby! How would he like for me to put a dent in his head? But with his brains there probably already was one.

"Shea, why do you look so miserable? Your face makes you look like you're constipated." I looked up and saw Clara standing a few feet away. She was with the trumpet section. I was the flute section all by myself. All the rest of the flutes were on the other side of the field and I didn't think Allison had put me in the right spot.

I said nothing but held out my flute to her. She glanced at the head joint. "Anger issues? Don't tell me that came from you hitting somebody!"

"No, no. Jeb's twin Jacob knocked it out of my hands and it hit a rock."

"That's kind of sad and unfortunate, because in my whole life of marching I have not seen a single rock on this football field."

"Well I guess that makes me special doesn't it? I guess today's my lucky day." I was now in a bit of a bad mood. I didn't want to talk anymore so I went into my "don't talk to me" mode. Which pretty much consisted of me crinkling up my nose. I was going for a vicious look. I would get Jacob for his flute-denting non-brain-ish ways of carelessness.