Chapter 7: The Morning After
A chorus of six alarm clocks beeping, ticking, and chirping all in unison at 6:50 a.m. the following morning woke me up from my poor sleep. I laid in my bunk for a few minutes to be woken up, but I was unfortunately met by the memories of the previous night. I tried as hard as I could to put those memories behind me, but alas, it did not work. The girl who was at the bunk closest to me, Madeline, a sophomore who was one of our majorettes, urged to me get ready so I was not late to breakfast. So, with much effort getting out of my bunk, I got ready. Soon, it was 7:05 a.m. and I was on my way towards the cafeteria shack. When I got there, our entire band and colorguard was a giant swarm of people facing towards a single direction, towards Stierman. I, along with the other stragglers, joined the mass and waited for him to speak.
"Good morning band. I trust that you all are fully rested and eager to begin your first full day of band camp; however, I must ask you all something that is exceptionally important. Now then, you are all aware that this society, whether we love it or not, has people who live for risks, revenge, or even blackmailing. People do it out of pure habit, or curiosity, for the hell-I mean heck of it-or they attempt to prevent a person from hurting them in any way. My point is that last night around two in the morning or so, I was in my cabin, along with Mr. Fritz and our sectional teachers, when our cabin was awoken by a loud ear shattering scream of a female. If any of you have any information about this scream, please feel few to talk to myself, Mr. Fritz, or any of your sectional teachers. Your identity will be concealed by the way. Having said that, I wish you guys a good breakfast and I'll see you by the barn in about a hour ready to march. Oh, and Nicole, can I see you up here, alone."
"Oh fuck," I thought with guilt coming up my throat, He knows! He is gonna find out that I wanted to spy on him and Fritz which is make him think that I like him, although he is married, has a kid, and…"
"Why the confused look, Nicole?" Stierman asked warmly
"Oh, I dunno, I was just, um, just thinking about something, that's all." I replied nervously.
"Well, there is nothing to be nervous about. If anything, you should be happy. I know what you are thinking, 'Why should I be happy for.' Well, Nicole I'm proud to announce that you will be the 'Official Baby Sitter of Band Camp!" he said triumphantly
He waited for me to scream or at least jump up and down, like I won the lottery or something important, but I didn't. Instead, I said:
"Um, why did you pick me when there are a host of other girls or boys that could probably do a much better job than be at this?"
"Well, with all honesty, I like you and I took note of how you get along with the members of this group, so I figured you would do the same with my wife's baby."
I stared at him for a few moments, just letting his words wash over me. I couldn't believe that he actually liked me, but I figured that I should say something or anything so that he wouldn't get suspicious.
"Awww, thanks I feel loved now!"
He laughed for a few moments, while I mentally slapped myself in my head for saying something so stupid and then he continued:
"You will report to the teacher's cabin at 11:00 p.m. sharp. There will be no need to bring anything else with you, but I would advise you to bring your clothes for tomorrow and other toiletry items that you women just happen to have for not apparent reason."
"Ok, sounds like fun. Oh, and by the by, I even have a babysitting class, am certified in CPR, and I have First Aid training under my belt as well."
"That's excellent! Our child is a two year old girl named Morgan."
"She sounds cute, well I'll see you later, thanks again for this wonderful opportunity Mr. Stierman!"
With that, I left him and headed towards the shack. As I opened the creaky double doors, of the shack, all 160 eyes of my fellow band and colorguard members were upon me. I sat down at a table that had Alysha, Cher, Ryan, Lee, Mary (another colorguard member), Margaret (the only female member of the drumline), and Danielle (the social, world-revolves-around-me-and-only-me outcast of our band, and the only female trombone player).
Mind you, I was quite late, because breakfast started at 7:15 a.m. and according to my watch, it was 7:23 a.m. I calmly poured some cereal into my bowl and started eating until Alysha started poking me.
"What Alsyha?" I asked in an exasperated tone
"Oh, um, well, I-I was just wondering what Stierman was talking to you about," she began, "wait, it wasn't about me screaming really loud last night, right!" she whispered
"Nope." I replied with a countenance full of happiness
So, what did he talk to you about?" she asked
"Well, let's put it this way, you are looking at the 'Official Baby Sitter of Band Camp.' In other words, yes, Stierman has a baby, well his wife does anyway, and I get to watch her while the teachers are sleeping. I get to sleep with the teachers…in the same cabin as them that is what I meant. I report to their cabin at 11:00 p.m. sharp tonight to watch her, and did I mention that I sleep in the same cabin as them." I replied very fast in an excited tone
"Neato! I wish you the best of luck…HEY now we will be able to see if Stierman and Fritz really are gay or not." Alysha exclaimed
"Yes, and maybe I'll get to see Stierman shirtless!" I said breathlessly
Alysha sighed and I went back to eating breakfast. I was enjoying the warm and friendly air that the table had surrounding it, until I was, poked once again. Unfortunately, it wasn't Alysha this time, it was Danielle.
"So, what were you and that perky bitch Alysha taking about?" She said in her crackly sandpaper-like voice
"First off, Alysha isn't a bitch, true she maybe perky sometimes, but in no means is she a bitch. Secondly, the private conversation that I was having with my friend, is none of your fucking business!" I said darkly
Danielle scrunched up her face up like a prune as though she was in deep thought, she then looked around the shack at its wooden walls with pictures of old campers and past events and spat out:
"I bet you and your 'friend' was talking about our freaky, stupid, and perverted band director."
"N-No, we weren't. W-We were j-just talking about how the movie 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas' w-was Johnny Depp's b-best work, ever." I lied
"Yea, right, that's why you're blushing a brilliant shade of red, is looking over at Stierman, and you were stuttering more than you usually do." she said with an evil glint in her light jade eyes.
"No we weren't! Why would anybody want to talk about Stierman anyways?" I asked innocently
"I dunno. Why would anybody talk about Stierman, Nicole? Maybe because when someone likes him, they contain their lust for him so deeply inside of them that when some says 'Stierman' they explode into an orgasm of Stierman-ness. However, we don't know anybody like that do we Nicole!" she said in a very dark voice that was quite unlike her own
"Nope I actually don't know anybody like that. Although, do you know anyone, Danielle, who is a lying, self-centered, Andy Dick fucking, bitch, do you Danielle!" I fired back
"Guys. Please, stop it. Danielle you aren't any of those things that Nicole called you and Nicole we know that you don't like Stierman like that, so can we just all get along. Please?" pleaded Mary
"I guess so." Danielle and I said in unison
"Good, now take your bowls up to the kitchen behind the other set of double doors so you can help our table clean up so we can be on time for a change!" Mary exclaimed
After we helped Mary and the rest of our table, we waited to leave the cafeteria and then went back to our cabins to wait until it was time for us to go on the field. I already knew it was gonna be an excellent day at band camp. Little did I know that 'excellent' wouldn't even begin to describe what I would be feeling much later tonight…
All right, Chapter 8 will be up shortly and I hope that you enjoy this chapter. I know it a was a little shorter than usual, but it is an important chapter, believe me it is…HAPPY READING…oh and please Rate and Review (R&R) if you think I suck or if you think I rock and thanks for your comments.
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