Here we are with Chappie Four! Sorry it took me a while to get it updated. I write everything out by hand, as I have probably mentioned in other stories, so I don't type until everything is how I want it... Thanks for reading and be sure to review!

Chapter Three: The First Day Back.

"How many times were you shoved around in the hallway?"

"Enought times to know to jump out of the way."

Elissa and Allie were standing in the music annex, in front of the choir room door. They had another minute until the bell would signal the start of class. Their first day of their freshman year was well underway, and the girls already had a headache. Classes were so muhc different than those of junior high. All the classrooms were different and all the teachers they had never had for junior high classes seemed so scary. They already had an insane amount of homework and Allie's backpack already had a hole in it. Unfortunately, the girls had no classes together this semester.

"What are you girls doing here?" asked Mr. Mercer, the choir teacher. A tall, heavy built man, Mr. Mercer was the favorite teacher of most students. His wit and sarcasm made almost anybody laugh. He was like Elissa's father to her, and Elissa and Allie grinned as he walked up to them.

"We're just waiting for Ari..."

Right on cue, Arianna struggled her way through the crowd to the music annex, her arms loaded with books, her hair tangled in notebook wires. Elissa had partly lied. They had indeed been waiting for Arianna, but they were also in in the music annex waiting to get a glimpse of the new director.

'So, this wouldn't have anything to do with Mr. Berringer? 'Cause he's in the office and you won't see him down here."

Mr. Mercer had made Elissa and Allie blush, Arianna rolling her eyes disdainfully. The warning bell rang, sending students scattering.,

"Go. Away." said Mr. Mercer, using his famous line. He used that for anything he could abbreviate. If he meant, "It's time to go to class now, go on," he would instead say, "Go. Away."

Arianna sneered. She didn't like Mr. Mercer. She didn't appreciate his sense of humor and found him annoying. He was an obnoxious adult. Mercer and Elissa walked into the choir room as Allie ran off. She had no music classes. Arianna walked into the band room, catching snippets of conversation.

"Where is he? Oh, he's so cute!"

"This year is going to be the best!"

"Did you see the way he looked at her?"

Arianna snorted and ignored that comment directed at her and she sat in her normal chair, first chair, in the flute section, set on de-tangling her hair and freeing it from the notebook. She was sick of people fawning over him. As the bell rang for class to start, everyone sat down and waited for the new director to walk in.

Eventually, he showed up, late, papers in hand. He walked into the room, a nervous smile on his face. He set his papers on a stand, which fell over with the weight and spilled the papers all over the floor. He tried to bend over and pick them up, but saw the expectant eyes of his class and let the papers go. Standing on the podium, Mr. Berringer could feel the heat of the lights and everyone could tell he was nervous as well as uncomfortable.

"Uh, hello. My name is Paul Berringer, but you will all call me Mr. Berringer. This is my first year ever teaching and I ask that you be patient as I figure everything out." He gave a chuckle and, after getting no response but doe eyes from girls and raised eyebrows from guys, continued. "I am not very good at names and faces, so I hope no one will be offended if I call you something else. I'll get everything straight, don't worry. I really am looking forward to a good year and I have some plans for this band."

Arianna snorted. She was in Varsity Band, the lowest band of the school. She knew she was better than most, if not all, of the flutists in Concert Band, but knew that freshmen were not allowed in Concert Band. She had been outraged. Now, if Varsity Band would mess up, Arianna would be taken down with them. Glancing around the room, she wanted to give the girls a good slap.

Band was not that great. All that hour, they worked on scales and practice sheets. Arianna didn't mind so much, but everyone else did, apparently. Mr. Berringer was forced to cut class short because of the whining that was going on.

They didn't even talk about the field show, which was less than two weeks away. Arianna didn't know the band as well as some older students did, but she knew based off of summer marching experiences that the band would need all the time it could get.

It's the end of Chappie Three! Please review! Thankies!