Once again, I don't own real life... these things happen and I just write about them! This is another chapter that my friend and I wrote; I have her full permission to post it...
Chapter Two: Making Promises, Making Amends
The buzzing alarm went off right next to her head at 6:07 am. Elissa rolled over and fumbled for the "off" button. Another day. Day two of what was most certainly going to be an interesting school year. She showered, brushed her teeth, and got dressed, trying to force herself to be more optimistic.
"Good morning," Arianna said as Elissa plopped down at their usual table in the commons.
"What's good about it?" grumbled Kasey from under her jacket.
"Morning Ari, Kasey," Elissa said.
"Hey, look," Arianna said. "I called Allie last night and she verbally kicked both of our butts for yesterday's homeroom brawl. She told me that is we didn't kiss and make up, she'd come down here from Buffalo and force us to."
"So?" Elissa said, waiting for Arianna.
"So... I'm sorry, I guess." Kasey's head shot up in surprise, her jaw dropped.
"I guess I am, too," Elissa agreed with a smirk.
"Truce?" Arianna asked, extending her hand.
"Under one condition."
"What's that?" asked Arianna.
"I get some of your cookie," she laughed. Arianna smiled and rolled her eyes, shoving part of her breakfast across the the table.
"Very good. Now play the chromatic scale." The band room echoed with the sounds of forty plus students playing a scale on instruments that hadn't been played in nearly three months. After two notes, Marah had stopped them. "Well, a little practice, maybe. You can put your instruments down; I have something I want to tell you."
Elissa grinned and sat down on the bench behind the snare drums along with Aaron.
"Hey, Bryce," he whispered. She smiled at him.
"Hey Gable."
"Did you dye your hair or something?"
"Yeah, I did. Thanks for noticing."
"It looks good," he said with a wink. Elissa's grin grew wider. It was a good thing she was sitting down, she decided, because his smile made her knees so weak that, had she been standing, she would have fallen down. Marah cleared his throat.
"There is something I would like to say to you all," he began. "I have heard many remarks coming from this band and the varsity band about the band director position in this school being a cursed one. I am not a superstitious guy, but I do know that there have been some stability issues in this band; what with four new directors in just as many years? I am not an idiot. I know what kind of an effect this has had on you students. I had a feeling that you would all be very reluctant to trust me. None of you want to believe I'll be here next year. But let me tell you something. I am here to stay. I will be here when you graduate. I will be here when your children graduate. I plan on turning this band into what it once was. I know you have it in you, and I have no doubt we will go far. We will be number one. There's just no excuse not to be."
"Is that a threat?" asked a trumpet player, half kidding, half serious.
"No, that's a promise."
So, that was chappie two... That was an actual speech the director gave... no kidding you. Ouch... Thanks for reading and please review! See you next chapter!
