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themaskedtrumpeter 
So, I don't have any experience writing, so don't judge my writing in this, but I got bored and decided to start writing something loosely based on my life in high school. Dunno where else to share this.
*Edit* - for some reason the copy/paste had some spacing issues, so ignore those.
Chapter 1 – The First of the Last
I woke up to the sound of my alarmclock buzzing in my ear. Time to wake up. Waking up had never been myfavorite part of life. I liked being awake. I liked being asleep. ButI can honestly say that my least favorite part of life is that weirdin-between state where if you're not careful, you can let everyoneknow all of your life secrets. Yet, in this state is when I do mostof my thinking. I started planning the day out in my mind before Igot up to take a shower. It was the first morning I had gotten upearly since the last day of school two months before. Summer was nowover. It was my last first day of band camp, and I honestly wasn't asexcited as usual. Maybe I was just tired of high school, or maybe Iwas secretly depressed that my life as I knew it would soon come toan end. Either way, I decided not to worry about life problems andfocused on the day ahead.
I never understood why Mrs. Sandersscheduled band camp in the morning that week. Every year before ithad started after lunch. This took out of my precious sleep time.While taking a shower and getting dressed, my mind shifted through alot of band-related stuff, and then my brain affixed itself on atopic that would not leave by brain: Kylie. Kylie was an upcomingfreshman on the drum line. I started talking to her in June, and bylate July she was all I could think about. I always fall way tooquickly, but I was sure Kylie was the one. I planned out in my headall the times I would be able to talk to her throughout the day, andI planned out many conversations in my head. Even though I had beensingle throughout all of high school, I was not going to mess thisone up.
I drove up to the school, early asusual, at 7:05. Only my good friend Gary and a few freshmen were atthe school for the 8:00 camp. I got out of the car and decided toplay a trick on everyone waiting. I walked up with my keys and saidhi to everyone, and I acted like I was going to open the door. “Youhave the key to the band room?” Gary asked excitedly. I walked upto the door, put a key in the door, and looked Gary straight in theface. “No”, I said seriously and then cracked a smile. “DammitRuss. You always do something like this.” He was right. I alwayshad this weird sense of humor. Maybe someday someone would appreciateit. Soon after, Tracy Walker drove up with the real key. He was theband director at the middle school my mom taught at.
“Good morning”, he said to us ashe opened the door. “Have you any of you seen Mrs. Sanders?” “Mr.Walker, since when does Mrs. Sanders show up on time?” I repliedback. We laughed. Mr. Walker and I went to region honor band with hermy junior year of high school. We were never on time for any of therehearsals. Ironically, her motto for band was “if you're on time,you're late”. I guess her logic was still sound since she was neveron time herself. She was always a minute or two late. After heunlocked the door, we all went into the band room and waited for Mrs.Sanders or Mr. Chauncey, the assistant director, to arrive withinstructions.
Mr. Chauncey soon arrived in hisChevrolet Silverado. He was all decked out in LSU gear; he had anunhealthy obsession with the school's football team. “Have any ofyou seen Mrs. Sanders?” he asked. I was about to reply, but theneverything in the room froze. Kylie Bennett had just walked into theband room, and without hesitation, I went over towards her to startconversation. I started running through many conversation starters inmy head as I walked towards her. Hey, how are you? How's it feel tobe in high school? You excited for camp? Where are you eating forlunch? Do you want to eat with me? You look really pretty today.Blagluglia. I always came up with random words. They make me laughand add humor to an otherwise stressful situation. And yes, talkingto Kylie Bennett was a stressful situation. I had been single myentire life, and I was going to soon date Kylie. I knew it. Nothingwould stop me.
“Hi”, I said to her awkwardly.Dang it, Russ. You just spent all that time preparing a conversationin your head, and all you can say is “hi”? “Hey Russ”, shereplies in her pretty, addicting smile, and I completely forget aboutthe awkwardness. Today was the day to be confident. “Aren't youjust excited about today?” I asked her sarcastically. I knew bandwasn't her favorite thing in the world. Even though I loved it, I wasgoing to act like I could relate to her excitement.... or lackthereof. “You know it!” she replied back. That was about as faras the conversation got, as Mrs. Sander's finally arrived to the bandroom.
Mrs. Sanders, fashionably late asalways (but not actually late) began giving all the leadership dutiesto get ready for the start of the day around 7:45. Since I was thedrum major, I got asked to hand out name tags to everyone in theband. All 150 people. I had never been an outgoing person, butthrough my time with band, I learned how to be outgoing when needed.This was one of those situations. As I handed out name tags, I wentthrough the familiar names, Freddie Jones, Karlos White, RichardLittle. Then, Kylie's name came up. “Here's your name tag, Kylie!”I said a little too enthusiastically. “Thanks Russ,” she replied.Trying to think of more to say, I replied back with “Don't have toomuch fun today, okay? Oh yeah. Do you wanna eat lunch together?”She said yes. I had never felt more excited than that moment, or atleast, that's what I thought at the time. Every time I had successtalking to a girl became the most exciting moment of my life.
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