First Day; Class

While Sara and Samantha talked I glanced back at my schedual. 'Music Room? What?' Looking up, we were standing in a big crowd of people, mostly girls. There was still a large number of boys. 'Does everyone have this class?'

 

"Jacey!!" I spin around look for who called my name. Still turning, I catch eye's with her. Courtney. She is one of my tallest friends. She stands at a 5'5" and still growing. Last year in sixth grade she cut her long hair and donated it to charity. "Jacey! WAIT UP!!!" Stopping, I wait for her.

 

With all of the people moving around it was really hard to stand still. "Hey, Court! We have the same class?"

 

"Guess so! Haha...What is this class?" Getting pushed around by all of the people we're able to hold on to eachothers wrists. "Huh?' We both glance up to see one of the music teachers and the band teacher telling us to hurry up and sit into a seat in the auditorium. Class had started ten minutes before.

 

Finally settling in and hooking up with a few of my other friends again, Emily, Sara, Samantha, and Serena, the two music teachers, my orchestra teacher, and the band teacher all are standing on the stage in front of us; smirking.

 

"Now! Be quiet!" Hollared Mrs. Weether. Catching my attention I stop chatting with Courtney. "All of you must be wondering what this class is. It is where....." Mrs. Weether is always making me want to sleep. She never knows when to shut up.

 

Ms. S, my orchestra teacher, hopped down from atop the stage and began to talk. "Orchestra, band, and chorus students who particapate in two or all three of those will be rotating throughout the six day cycle. If you do not participate currently and would like to please come and see us." She finished of smiling. "Currently there are only seven string instrument players. We would like more."

 

Getting bored, I whisper to Courtney, "So this is just a music class?" Looking back at my schedual I see that it is everyday. Suddenly a surge of excitement came through me. "EVERYDAY!" I shouted this time, not whispering. The band teacher Mr. P, looks at me from behind his glasses and gives me his bone chilling glare that scares me everytime.

 

Ever since Mr. P started working at the school he seemed like he was out to get me. Just because I was a bit too hyper. Sinking down into my seat I look up to see the clock. 'Wait-What time is it?'

Author's Note

I am not finished just yet