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Sorry about all the typos and such in the earlier chapters. I don't have the best word program and a few things seem to slip by.

Thanks for the reviews, they make me want to get the story updated faster! Also, do keep in mind, that this stuff actually happened - her dream and all! Kinda freaky, huh?

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The next day, Saturday, we had a football game to be at. Somewhere around 9 in the morning, we truged through our performence on our pratice field as we fingered on our instruments. Our band was a true military style marching band, one of the few but proud. We didn't have a Flag Core or a huge percussion section, but most of us had the pride. Cameron and Jessica, our Drum Majors, led the band with whistles and precise commands before we took a break. On fall out, I looked at Matt, knowing that we wouldn't be together much longer - I would see to it.

I began to walk towards the bandhall, closely followed by Matt.

"Hey," Matt asked me quietly as he caught up with me, "Are you still mad at me?"

"Maybe..." I said rather harshly, not wanting to talk about it.

"Are we ruined?" he asked again quietly.

"Probably..." I said with a shrug before changing my direction abruptly. I did a left to the rear instantly, leaving Matt behind. I caught up with Colleen and Heather, a grim smile on my face.

"What's your problem?" Colleen asked me in a bouncy voice.

"Matt... I'm sure of it now... I'm gonna break up with him today... But should I do it before or after the game?" I said with a sigh.

"I think you should it after.... You know, so he's not all depressed and such during the game...." Colleen spoke lightly.

"I think that you should do it after, too, if you do..." Heather said in a soft voice, as if deep in thought.

"Well... I'll probably do it on the bus.... On the way there... Plus, Matt always looks depressed..." I said with a grim smile.

Matt was my first boyfriend, ever. Of course, I've had my share of crushes but no real boyfriends until Matt, so this whole love thing was new to me.

We walked into the band hall, only to be put into attention by the drum majors. Mr Goodwin, our main band director, began his weekly speech on what to do and what not to do when we are at the stadium. He said that this week we were going to get Subway sandwiches instead of our Official Band Pizza, sending an appaulse throught the bandhall. Even though we were in attention as we clapped, I would of sweared that I saw Jessica and Cameron do it too. We've had pizza EVERY WEEK, to most kids would love to have this treatment, but the seniors had enough pizza in their highschool career alone.

"BAND, FALLOUT" The drum majors yelled in unison. Which sounded more like Boo instead of Band, I was use to it by now.

Out band cheered as we raced for the four charted buses - divided by class - , or atleast the Freshmen raced so we wouldn't be stuck riding next to Dr. Shoop. Dr. Shoop was detested throught the band as his snide remarks and harsh critizims plagued us each day, picking on random players and calling them knuckle heads by raising his fist to his head then laughs at himself. When we got to the bus, we were litterally pushing people up the steps then fought for seats in the back. Colleen nearly fell and we laughed it off as I took my seat next to Matt as Colleen raced for the last seat. Matt picked one near the front, as I sighed and sat next to him. Heather sat in front of us as Matt tried to hold my hand and look at me in my eyes, but I pulled my hand away and avioded his gaze.

"Whats wrong with us?" he asked, his eyes trying to gaze at mine.

"Alot of stuff.... It's more of me, though, but.... I... Stress... You.... George..." I fumbled with words as I tried to organize my thoughts into sentences.

"About the George thing, you can poke him and have him call you giggles.... I won't get jealous..." he pleaded.

"It's more then that.... I have stress at home.... We might move.... My grades are falling..... Your depressed moods..... I can't handle the stress...." I said as I looked at Heather for help.

"I'll help you through the stress...." he said, "What do you mean about my 'depressed moods'?"

"I mean, that I'm always happy and bouncy while most days your against the wall, moping. I ask you whats wrong and you say nothing.... I say ok, but I know somethings wrong,,,,, It's stressful....... How am I suppose to help if I don't know?" I said sharply as I worked myself into an anger.

"I'm worried about us..... Trust--"

"TRUST?!?!?!" I burst out, "Am I suppose to trust that your are ok, when I know that there is something wrong!?!?!? Know what," I said as I crammed my hand into my uniform pocket, pulling out a silver dog tag. My anger diminshed almost instantly as I felt the cool metal against my palm,

"We are over.... I can't handle the stress..." I said slowly, looking at him finally. I handed him the metal tag that he gave to me at the Homecoming Dance.

I bit my lip, waiting for his response, almost afraid of what he would say. He looked at me before turning his head as I looked at Heather, wondering what I should do next.

"We can still be friends.... Just, no more boyfriend and girlfriend." I said as I stood up and tried to find a seat in the back.

The bus was already moving as I snuck to the back to the bus, careful of Dr. Shoops watchful eyes. Pushing Colleen out of her seat and onto the floor, I took her seat.

"Why are you back here?" she asked, looking up at me with her knowing green eyes.

"I broke up with Matt..." I said in a rather happy tone.

"Cool.... But I thought that you weregoing to do it after the game...."

"Nope.... Am suppose to feel this happy after I broke up with him." I felt rather relieved after I broke up with him, as if a large boulder was lifted off my chest.

"Yes.... It's alot better to feel happy then to feel depressed and angry at yourself...." she said with her normal bouncy tone.

"Good.... Because I have no regrets at what I did.... I feel less-stressed." I said with confidence, even though a VERY SMALL part of me yearned for his warmth on the chilly bus.

"Colleen, know what?"

"What?"

"Aaron will probably break up with Brittany." I looked at grinning as she looked back at me.

"BREAK UP PARTY!" we yelled in unision on the bus, recieving serveral odd looks and Dr. Shoop's famous knuckle head.

We giggled loudly as people stared at us as if we were crazy.