YO PEEPS! FAN TO THE FICTION, FAN TO THE FICTION! people dressed in white come and shove Adderall down my throat okay i'm normal now... kindof, lol.
DISCLAIMER: Okay, I don't own Anna(RockerLane1110), Anna owns Anna, but I'm using anna in the story but I don't own anna. Oh and sadly i don't own the outsiders or any of their characters, S.E. Hinton owns the outsiders, lucky author! but i do own Elektra!
ON WITH THE CHAPTER! YEAH, BOOOYYYYYY! damn vh1!
Told You So!
Chapter 12:
"Johnny, wake up man," I said as I sat up in the upright position. I stretched and yawned as I nudged(A/N:sp?) Johnny with my foot.
"Hmmmm," Johnny argumentally moaned. Which probably meant 'I don't want to!'
Which was a hint for me to say something around the terms of, "Alright man, get as much sleep as you possible want! I mean we only have school today," I said sarcasticly.
But, I woke up with the worst cramps ever. You know, the ones that you want to kill your best friend in jeolus rage because she doesn't get damn cramps, ever! But, then again if your reading this and you don't get cramps you'll probably have no clue what I mean, lucky bitch!
I got off the bed and walked over to the bathroom. I couldn't help but notice from the door way that curtains hanging from the window were puke pink, if such even exsists. But, thats what it made me want to do.
I gave the curtains a dirty look and turned to my left so I was facing the mirror above the sink. I brushed my bangs out of my face, if they're even considered bangs I don't know. They used to be bangs before I grew them out, now they're the length of the rest of my hair.
As I was brushing my teeth, Mount Everest had it's down fall. Or in other words I clutched my stomache and bent at my knees and had the biggest cramp imaginable.
"Fuck," I half whispered as I reached into the cupboard for some pain relievers.
Great, just what I need to make everything o-fuckin'-kay!
It was times like this that I wished I had a dick. But, then again if I did I would probably be gay. Because I'm a girl and I love guys, so naturally if I was a guy I would be gay... right?
When the earthquake finally settled down, I finished brushing my teeth.
As I was about to walk out of the room, I stopped at the door and turned around so I was now facing the puke pink curtains, then flicked them off. Then I continued what I was doing before, walked towards my room and changed into my clothes.
"Get up, Johnny, school today," I said as he got up and changed out of my fathers tu-tu-train pajamas and into his clothes, which I washed the privious night.
Yes, if you've noticed by now you sickos we changed infront of eachother. Get over it you perverts! Hello, I'm with Ponyboy! Well, actually I'm with Johnny, but only as friends though, but only he and I know that, everyone else thinks we're really going out, exept for the gang.
A few minutes later!
As we walked to school it was really quiet. Then Ponyboy said, "So, did you get the solo?"
"I don't know, I completely forgot! Thanks for reminding me," I answered, "Mr. Sone is supposed to tell us who got it today."
In band class I played 1st Trumpet. (A/N: for those of you non-band geeks, for instruments theres 1st, 2nd, 3rd, etc. and the 1st is the hardest, they play the higher notes, and then 2nd, and ect.) For one of our songs theres a trumpet solo and in class all of the trumpeters tried out for it, and I really hope I made it.
Band is really important to me. I love music and everything about it. Someday I even hope to teach a highschool band, or give private lessons.
"You'll get it," Johnny spoke quietly, reasurring me.
"Yeah you will," Ponyboy said, "You've sure practised long enough. Darry's so sick of hearing it."
When I practise at my house they can always hear it at theirs. That really must help them though, I sarcasticly thought, because I make sure to practise for inbetween atleast 15 through 30 minutes every day!
"Well, then again," I said, "Darry was a jock. Exactly the kindof people who think its funny to put super glue on our instruments when we're not looking!" I rolled my eyes.
"He didn't have anything to do with that," Pony defended defensively. (A/N: Defended Defensively? what the hell? lol!)
"No shit," I snapped at him.
"Stop PMSing," he complained.
"Do you want me to beat you to a pulp? Because thats exactly how these cramps feel! Besides, I never said it was Darry who did that," I said in a matter-of-fact voice.
"No, but you accused him of thinking it was funny," Pony said.
"Because he did! You saw him laugh his ass off! I can't believe he let his friends do that either! I mean, was it really nessessary," I half asked and half complained.
"No, but its not like he controlls his friends! He can't tell them what they can and cannot do," Pony said as he attempted to cock an eyebrow.
If I could controll my friends, oh jolly Ponyboy and I would be having alot of fun right now! Does he really have to be so cute!
"No, thats true, but do you remember all those new drums the school had to buy? The ones we had to replace were already brand new, anyways! Besides some of our best drummers couldn't play for a month. Eddie Chambers had to get his drum sticks surgiclly removed from his hands, yeah know!" I sighed and continued, "How come Darry couldn't have done the responsible thing and told a teacher, or or, he could have stolen the glue away from them?"
"Do you mind if I use that responsiblity bit against him the next time he lectures me," Ponyboy asked.
I nodded and laughed as I replied, "go ahead!"
"Thanks," he said.
"Did you know in band everyone calls it 'the super glue massacure'," I informed him.
Then we arrived at school and Pony said, "See you guys later!" We nodded and Johnny and I headed toward our first period class, which we had together.
A few classes later!
"Hey, Anna," I said as I walked over to her. I had just put my instrument together, which is fairly easy consitering that for the trumpet I only have to place the mouthpeice into the mouthpeice receiver. Most of the other instruments have to put 4 or 5 other parts of their instruments together.
That sounds so wrong! Mouthpiece into Mouthpeice Receiver... I'm gonna kill Two-Bit.
Flashback:
"Hey, Elle! What-cha doin'," Two-Bit asked as I took the trumpet out of it's case.
What the hell does it look like I'm doing?
I rolled my eyes and gave a nice short answer. "Practising," I replied as I placed the mouthpeice in and took out the new music Mr. Sone, my band teacher, had gave us the previous day.
"Golly, Elle! Doesn't that look wrong," Two-Bit said, pointing to the mouthpiece.
"Uh, no. What about it looks wrong," I asked confused.
"No, no silly! That doesn't look wrong. How you put it in however, that's what looked wrong," he replied, cocking an eyebrow.
"You idiot," I muttered to myself.
End of Flashback
Well, anyway! I walked over to Anna who was yelling at some of the percussionist who were goofing around.
"Will y'all stop all that fuckin' banging," she yelled at them. As she rolled her eyes and cursed under her breath she continued yelling at them, "If y'all really want to bang something, go find a freakin' girl! Please, y'all making the rest of us sick!"
"Perverts," I commented.(A/N: wow i'm such a hypocrite, i am a pervert! lol)
"Tell me about it! Oh, hey Elle, didn't see you there," Anna greated.
"Did anyone get anything out of Mr. Sones," I asked her, "you know, about who might get the solo?"
Anna is my band buddy and pritty much the only friend of mine who isn't in the male speices. She's in the percussion section and is just as dedicated to music as I am. She taught me how to play my accustic guitar and I'm trying to teach her how to play my bass. In the perccusion section she is the section leader. A section leader is pritty much how it sounds, the leader of the section.
"Hell no, I think Mr. Sone is trying to make a damn suprise out of it. Won't tell anyone! Oh and trust me, Ali Hondo tried to get it out of him this morning, that slut," Anna replied while she was practising her roll on the snare and rolling her eyes as Ali walks by.
"Speaking of the bitch," I say as I put my trumpet to my lips and start practising my scales.
"If the jocks were going to do anything right in their seriously fucked up lives, during 'the massacure' they should have super glued her reed!" (A/N:clarinet reed)
"Ofcourse, they didn't silly," I said, "Why in this hell hole would they want to damage her lip? If they did, they wouldn't get any action for free!"
Anna relied by making a dum-dum-dah sound with the nearest drum set. You know, the sound they usually make after comidians make a lame joke.
"I bet most of them would be really horny and name their best friends dicks after her," Anna said.
Then I replied by making a dah-dah-duhhhhh sound on my trumpet. You know, the sound they usually make on old cartoons when a bucket of water gets dumped on someone's head!
"In your seats everyone! I have an anouncement," Mr. Sone said, as everyone sat down exept the people in the trumpet section. Our sections weird like that, sometimes we just like to piss everyone off. "Its about the solo," Mr. Sone continued, then all of us had our asses in our seats faster then flash ever could!
I looked over at Anna and she gave me the thumbs up signal! I nodded my head.
"Okay," Mr. Sones continued, "I've disided who is going to play the solo! Now it was a tough desition, I have many talented musicians infro-," he started but was intruppted by a voice I know of as Anna.
"Just get it over with," she shouted.
He told her to sit down or he'd consider taking her tom-tom(A/N: did i spell that right?) solo away from her in another song we were playing, Sing Sing. Then he continued, "As I was saying. I have many talented musicians infront of me. But, unfortunaly only one of you shall get the part," he paused.
I could feel the tension rising. Just tell me who got the damn part, damnit!
"Congragulations, Elektra," he said smiling at me, "you've got the solo."
I looked over at Anna and she looked just as excited as I did. Then she made the dum-dum-dah sound with the drumset again.
I can't wait to tell the guys!
As soon as class ended Anna and I ran up to eachother and started talking all at once mostly saying stuff like "Thats so great" or "This is going to be so much fun!" But, ofcourse we waited for all of the other trumpeters to leave the room so I wouldn't rub it in.
Some people as they walked by congragulated me, too!
Then Anna said, "This is wicked awsome, I have a solo on Sodapop, and you have a solo on Ponyboy!"
Flash Back:
Sodapop is the name of her drumsticks. I named them Sodapop because she has a crush on him. Also, one day we were hanging out at my house and I sarcasticly said, "Hey, Anna! Now you can bang Soda!" Then I banged her drum.
Ponyboy is also the name of my trumpet. After I had named her drumsticks, Soda, she had named my trumpet Ponyboy and said, "Hey, Elle! Now you can french Ponyboy!" (A/N: Just so you know, when you play trumpet you always have to toung the note.)
End of Flash Back:
And thats how our instruments came to be named.
Again, I thought to myself, I can't wait to tell the guys!
But, then again, Stephine ruins everything!
Okay, as always, read and review. and sorry this is shorter then all of my other chapters! PS- my trumpets real name is actually Sally. she is dating my bestfriend's trumpet Tommy.