The following Friday, our school had a pep rally because we won state champs. They introduced the whole football team, which took forever, before we ended with playing Aggie. I was in a good mood, acting my usual self as one of my best friends, Melanie, came along. Melanie, Mel for short, was pratically my long-lost sister because we knew each other like the back of our hands. She had a grim face as she looked at me.

"What I do?" I said, thinking that I had down something.

"You did nothing." she said, anger appearent.

"Well, what happened? Did Heather or Matt or George or..." I began to trail off with names of my friends.

"They did nothing...."

I shrugged as we walked out the door, wondering what was wrong. Once we entered the hallway, Mel grabbed me roughly and shoved me against the wall. She was in karate, red belt at that, and had built up muscle as she held me tightly, her forearm against my breast bone. I was use to her roughness, but she pushed against the wall rather hard to be kidding. Her strange blue eyes - a dark-blue center with a grey-blue rim pupil - were narrowed in anger,

"Your band directors dissed Mrs. Adams, calling her several inapropriete names. I walked into her office and found her crying because of the letter." she said harshly with a whisper.

She was in Choir, Mrs. Adams being the teacher, and loved it. Singing was Mel's natural talent, and quite frankly, she was excellent at it. There had always been tension between band and choir, arguments about which is better between us and we finally settled on being called Band Losers and Choir Morons.

"No, no, no... You must be wrong... None of the band directors would do such a thing.... Well, maybe Dr. Shoop, but we'll leave him out of the picture for now..." I said shakily as she pushed even harder on my breast bone.

"Well, they did...." she said firmily, releasing the pressure, "See me outside after school..." she said as she spun on her heel and walked away.

I stood there for a few moments before being ushered to the band hall by random students. I knew that Mel was over reacting, knowing that none of the band directors, even Dr. Shoop, would of written a vile note like that to sweet Mrs. Adams. Walking into the instrument room, I grabbed my case and proceeded to put my instrument up, shortly followed by Colleen.

"It looked like Melanie was going to kill you... What did you do?" she asked as she pulled out her case.

"Question is, what did the band directors do? Evidently Mrs. Adams recieved a note from one of them, dissing her and such."

"Shoop did it..." Colleen said firmly.

"Yeah, that's what I said, but something tells me that he can't even be that malicous. Mrs. Adams is awesome... Why would anyone diss her?"

"Dunno... I bet Shoop did it anyway...."she said, smileing, "In my senior year, last day of school, I gonna hurt Shoop badly... Not sure how yet, but I will." she said with an evil grin.

"Well, good luck, but until then, I need to figure out what's going on between the choir and band..."

After school, I met Mel just outside the Band Hall, around the Wall. The Wall was the wall that blocked off the cafeteria dumpster thingy from the bus lines. If looks could kill, I wouldn't be typeing this right now.

"You...you..."

"Ok, you must be, like, super angry at someone... But it can't be any of the band directors, their just too nice, even Shoop."

"I hate to tell you this, Laura, but you arn't the best judge of character. All I know is that they, or any of them in combination wrote that letter to her, and I am just about fed up with the high and mighty attitudes about being the leader of the second favorite elective. Everyone knows that the only reason ya'll are so important is because of the football team, and because the school spends sooo much money on ya'll. If choir got as big of a budget..." she trailed off, just glaring now. Her storm-cloud eyes were blazing in anger.

"Well....abjgh....umm.." I managed to mumble, rubbing the back of my neck. Mel wasn't proned to showing alot of emotions, especially anger, but usually when she did, batten down the hatchs and prepare for a bomb. She had taken alot in her life, and this defiantly wasn't helping her.

"I don't want to talk about. I hope you feel bad though, very very bad." she said, as she stormed off to her bus.