Lily:This is the best day EVERRRRRRR!

Kiki:Why?

Lily:My dad owes me 47 DOLLARS for babysitting my annoying little bro all last week. I'll be getting that DS in no time. This chapter may be a bit short, but the level of insanity will surely make up for that. Enjoy!

Ch6:Band Classes are Bad Enough

LAURA'S POV

This sucked. I was back in school (the principal has to x-ray my backpack every morning though), still serving detentions, and it was Tuesday. I hated Tuesdays, why you may ask? Simple, band practice. Every Tuesday after school, us band people had to stay late and practice. There were two things I hated about band; our teacher, Mr. Wooton, and the fact that most of his criticisms were towards the back row, the brass section. More specifically, the trumpets. We sucked. Every practice at least one of us would; get their mouthpiece stuck, fool up their keys/valves, play a measure full of flats/sharps that were never there, play to loud/to soft or squeak. At least Robyn sat by me in band class, but she never freaking shows up to practice. So once again, I was stuck sitting between a weirdo and a trumpet player (never mind, I was stuck between two weirdoes). The worst part about it was that every time the teacher stopped to talk to one of the clarinets in the front row, the guys in back kept asking me the same stupid question. "Are you and…"

"No Kenyon, for the zillionth time, we aren't dating."

"Then why did everyone at the gym see you and him dancing."

"That was just a one time thing."

"Sure it was, and I'm Mother Teresa."

"If your Mother Teresa then I'm…"

"Young Links girlfriend."

"Will you knock that off, besides, that was more then a month ago." It was now March 15. The music festival was in two days, which meant more practices. We already had a two hour practice earlier, plus now. Can you imagine sitting in a large room with a bunch of 7th graders who can't get through the first measures of a song without screwing up, for 3 hours? Not to mention one of the flutists kept coming over and blasting her flute in my ear when I was turned around, it was living BEEP! "Well," I thought "it could be worse." Then it got worse. As if on cue, the whole brass section (including some sax players in front of me) started sing the annoyingest song on the planet (next to those Juicy Fruit chimericals).

"I KNOW A SONG THAT GETS ON EVERYBODY'S NERVES, EVERYBODY'S NERVES, EVERYBODY'S NERVES! I KNOW A SONG THAT GETS ON EVERYBODY'S NERVES AND THIS IS HOW IT GOES! I KNOW A SONG THAT GETS ON EVERYBODY'S NERVES, EVERYBODY'S NERVES, EVERYBODY'S NERVES! I KNOW A SONG THAT GETS ON EVERYBODY'S NERVES ANS THIS IS HOW IT GOES…" (my other friend Rebeca sang that song all the way back from Botwood after a hockey game. "'Beca shut up already!")

"Note to self: never jinx myself…again."

THAT NIGHT

"What in the good name of Din is that horrid racket?" Link hollered.

"Sounds like a dieing elephant with whooping cough and measles." Falco muttered.

"No that's just the kid practicing." Zelda sighed.

"Yah," Mario said "but why does she need to practice at MIDNIGHT!"

"She'll be willing to play that Din forsaken instrument all night just to keep us up."

"That brat would to anything just to tick us off." Falcon mumbled. I loved this. Normally I hated to play, but now, I was actually getting better, but I was so bad to begin with you could hardly tell. This was going to hurt in the morning, but it was so fun, like wearing a Toronto Maple Leafs hockey jersey in Montréal just to piss of Quebecers. It was a miracle the windows in my room never shattered yet. I decided to stop playing and hit the hay. As I put my trumpet way, I could hear the guys out in the hall singing the hallelujah chorus. It was official; this house was physico with a capital P.

MARCH 17: MUSIC FESTIVAL DAY

ARTS AND CULTURE CENTER LOBBY

2:30 PM

"Why did he ask us to be here an HOUR before we have to play? I'm missing Royal Canadian Air Farce." The whole band was waiting impatiently for Mr. Wooton to arrive. We were performing at 3:30 this afternoon. If you're wondering what's this whole music festival thing is about, let me explain the best I can. Every year, the town holds a festival with a bunch of performances from school bands and choirs and individual performances. The best ones would go to an event called Highlights of the Festival. They were decided by a person called the adjudicator, who watched every performance.

Some people were going of their heads with nervousness. Others were praying it would be over soon. The rest couldn't wait until it was over. "Same here, I'm missing Care Bears." Robyn whined. "I still can't believe the doctors let him out so soon." At the mention of 'that', I checked my case for any stowaways. "Safe." I thought. "Laura! He's finally here." Mr.Wooton entered the door and lead us back stage. We set up our instruments and chatted was we waited to go on. We were first up, which made us even more nervous. Alecia came over and tapped me on the shoulder with her clarinet.

"Don't screw up." With that she walked back to her other friends.

"Well Robyn, we need all the luck we can get…and don't you dare say…"

"We suck and were danm proud of it!" Sir motioned us to head on stage. That God we were in the back row, that way it was harder to tell which one of us messed up. The worst part about this was the trumpets had a solo at the start of one of our pieces. Why couldn't he have given the saxophones or clarinets a solo? All the smart kids play clarinet or sax. Why the BEEPING trumpets? We were dead meat. We sat down, got our instruments ready to play, and were waiting for the signal from sir; who was waiting for a signal from the adjudicator.

"You may begin." said the adjudicator. Mr.Wooton gave us the signal.

"One two three and…" We could barely get a note out, when out of my trumpet came flying a certain pink puffball.

"JIGGLYPUUUUUUUUFFFFFFFF!" She cried as she zoomed over the student's heads; and right into Mr.Wooton's. It was like watching a human cannonball act at the circus. I must have played too hard because she hit his head, which made him go flying, and he landed on the adjudicator, which K.Oed him and sent him soaring into the back wall! Everyone in that room; band members and people who came to watch, looked right at me. I was red in the face with embarrassment and 'ticked-off-ness'. I turned to one of the tuba players.

"Give me the tuba, and no one hurt." She gave it to me. I walked off the stage and went straight to the desk where the adjudicator was supposed to sit. She was just sitting there, her big, childlike eyes giving me the cutest puss-in-boots face I'd ever seen. "Awwww, you're too cute to be mad at." I slowly raised the tuba above my head. "You wish." Her face turned scared real fast. Jigglypuff ran back on stage with me on her nonexistent tail. The look on my face must have scared everyone in the band, because they scattered in all directions. Many dents were made to the instrument in my attempt to flatten the little cutie. It must have looked ridiculous. A fat kid with a tuba running around a stage trying to flatten a small, pink, puff ball (remember what characters looked like in SSBM when they picked up the hammer? Instead of a hammer, picture a tuba). Anyone watching would need a whole lot of serious therapy afterwards.

THAT EVENING

"Let me get this straight," Peach questioned "you got suspended, again,"

"Yes."

"You got a month's worth of detentions, again"

"Yes."

"Recess and lunch detentions, again"

"Yes."

"Banned from all school trips, again"

"Yes."

"Twenty marks off your band mark, again"

"Yes."

"No more…"

"I GET THE FLIPPIN' POINT!"

"OO" Note to self: kill Jigglypuff, sell body on black market, pay for Mr.Wooton's hospital bill.

Lily:0o…that was weird even for me. Next chapter's gonna be based on my B-day party, so no updates until the 29th at least (my B-day's on the 19th, email me a present). Stay tuned for the next chapter "Party On!" staring me, and the chapter after that "Summer Games" Staring one of my two co-writers, Alecia. BYE