APD: Dude, I'm updating! w00t! Well, here's chapter 2! Knock yourself out.
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The entire band was situated in the middle of the parking lot waiting for the busses to arrive. Their bags and backpacks were randomly strewn about on the pavement along with several pillows and sheets. Everyone was basically separated into their instrumental sections, just talking or listening to music. Everyone except Ed, Roy, and Al. Any time Ed went near his section, everyone would start whispering and pointing at him, sometimes just yelling insults at him. Roy and Al didn't want to leave him alone, so they stood by him.
"You know, you could have picked a different section." Roy pointed out to Ed.
"Yeah, well... I've never been very good at playing instruments..."
"We could have helped you out. Or you could take private lessons." Al said. "Then you wouldn't have to go through all that."
"There's no point-"
"BUSSES ARE HERE!" someone shouted, interrupting Ed.
"Alright everyone!" Mr. Brown yelled over all the noise. "Brass and percussion on this bus," he pointed at the first one, "Woodwinds and guard on the other! Put your instruments in the trailer along with anything you don't want to carry on the bus! Everybody go!"
Roy and Al went to put their instruments in the trailer, while Ed went straight to the second bus. Him and the rest of the guard.
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The bus ride passed without much excitement, and soon the group arrived at Right State University. It was a bit of a walk to the campus, but it wasn't too bad.
"Um, I'm not on here..." Ed noticed as he searched the list of names and room numbers.
"What's your name, sweetie?" The woman at the desk asked him.
"Edward Elric"
She scanned the list. "Hm... Well, we don't have any more rooms open... do you know anyone who doesn't have a roommate?"
"I don't." Roy said from behind Ed.
"Name?"
"Roy Mustang."
"Uh... if it's the only option I guess that's alright..." she answered hesitantly. "Well, here're your keys, you're in room number 213 on the second floor."
The two walked up one flight of stairs and to the far corner of the level. Roy stuck his key in the keyhole and turned until he heard the click of the door unlocking. He opened the door and-
"WHAT THE FREAKING CRAP!"
"Calm down, Ed."
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!"
"There's no other-"
"THERE'S ONLY ONE FREAKING BED!"
Indeed, one small bed was in the corner along with one wardrobe and one desk.
"Unless you want to sleep in the hallway, this is what you get."
"Whatever, I'll take the floor." Ed sighed.
"You don't have to."
"It's your room, you should have the bed."
"That's not what I-"
"Whatever." Ed repeated. He dumped all of his stuff in a pile on the floor. "Come on, we need to go."
Roy let out a defeated sigh and followed his friend out of the room, locking the door behind him.
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The band met in the lobby after everyone had unpacked their bags. A plastic bag of what appeared to be white Livestrong wristbands was being passed around. Everyone took one.
Mr. Brown stood up. "Ok, guys. We're going to get some dinner here in just a couple minutes. You need those wristbands to eat, so make sure you don't lose them." Upon closer inspection, Ed could see that the bands read Right State University. "Then we're going to march out to the field to practice. So... Let's go."
When the band arrived at the cafeteria, Kayla, one of the drum majors, stopped them at the door. "Seniors first!" Al sighed. It was always like this. Freshman always went last.
"Juniors!" Kayla shouted as the flow of seniors entering the cafe slowed.
"See ya." Roy said to Ed and Al.
"Sophomores!"
Al was left alone with the other freshmen.
"Freshmen can stay out here!" Kayla yelled jokingly.
"HEY!"
"Just kidding! You guys can come in now!"
Al groaned as he entered the café. If it was going to be like this every day…
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APD: Okay, I'm officially out of ideas for this chapter. Oh well… Please review! Praise it, flame it, I don't care! I would just like to know that people are reading!