𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐡-𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈

Tubbo's POV:

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞.
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, the day flies by. When you're dreading it, the clock moves as slow as worms on a hot summer day.

The classes seemed to inch by, and when I looked back at the day I couldn't remember a thing.
But there was one very permanent memory etched in my brain.

Sixth period had finally arrived, and Tommy and met up near the far East wing.

We chatted as we squeezed between groups of people that were exiting, getting lost a few times in the sea of people.

When I found the door we were supposed to be going through, I alerted Tommy, and together we entered the room.

It was instant chaos.

The madness of gossip, calling, and making out in the hallways was replaced by yelling, saxophone riffs, and an older group of students circling the director.

He was commanding the others to get off their instruments, but clearly a few weren't listening.

One trombone player near the door looked up from blasting music in another's ear, and noticed us.

"Guys! The newbies are here!" He called, and one of the older students looked up to give him a deadpan look.

"No shit, Sherlock."

He shook his head, pink braid swaying slightly as he looked back to the band director.

"Jeez, no need to be rude." The trombonist pouted, before placing his instrument bell-down on his chair and sliding over to us.

"Hello! I'm Jack Manifold. I'm in second year, and let me tell you, it does not get easier from here!"

He gave us a large grin, which I tried to return with an equal amount of enthusiasm. Honestly, I was perplexed by the lack of order compared to my other subjects.

"Alright! Yes, I'm aware it's the first day. Yes, I'm aware that you guys are trying to start a crowfather cult. Does that mean we aren't going to talk band? No." The director's voice projected across the room, causing a few grumbles.

Tommy and I stood awkwardly near the door while everyone took their seats, until someone knocked right into me.

"Oh god, so sorry I'm late! My path got blocked by some older kids making out- ew." The newer voice mumbled the last part, shuddering slightly.

Tommy's head whipped around, and his eyes met mine with a grin. Women.

I just rolled my eyes, letting a small huff escape, and my eyes went back to the director.

"Right, no worries. My name's Philza Minecraft, but you can all call me either Mr. Minecraft or Phil. For all the newer students, I think we only have five this year.

There's a seating chart on the music stand, go ahead and find yours and then we'll begin introductions."

I took a seat among the lower brass, next to two older girls.

Tommy was in the front row, also in brass. Mr. Minecraft clapped his hands twice, gesturing to the pedestal to the left of him.

"We can start with names now, and maybe say your favorite... hm... any suggestions?"

Many hands were raised, mostly from the boys in the front right.

He selected a shorter ginger kid in the first row. "How about someone new?"
People went around the room sharing suggestions, until my brain felt fuzzy from trying to remember them all.

"Okay. What we've decided is your name, year, and favorite instrument. Doesn't have to be your own, just one you enjoy." Mr. Minecraft concluded.

"Should we start with the back?"

It was a whirl of names and numbers from that point on. I had always been bad at remembering things, and the words seemed to go in one ear and out the other.

Eret, Karl, Technoblade, Jack. The girl to my left is Hannah.

Before I knew it, all eyes were on me.

"Oh! I'm Toby, just call me Tubbo. I'm in the first year, and I've always enjoyed the sound of flutes. Very melodic." I gave a few convincing head nods, hearing a few chuckles.

I zoned out again, my eyes darting from one person to the next.

Puffy, Dream, Skeppy, Adrienne, Sam.

Some people chose to add on little extra stories or tidbits of information to their introductions, but it passed smoothly for the most part.

Before I knew it, the bell had rung and class was over.

Mr. Minecraft waved everyone off, but snapped quickly to get our attention. "First years, could you please come see me?"

We formed a half circle around him. There were five of us, four guys and one girl.

"The third and fourth years have an orientation they like doing with first years, so is it fine with you all to do it tomorrow?"

I nodded, the others following suit. I couldn't think of all of their names... Tommy, obviously. The girl was Erin, or was she Eret? I really needed to get this memorized.

The redhead was Fundy, I knew that one. But as for the brunette with the green shirt, I didn't have a clue.

I linked arms with Tommy, and we walked to the next class together.

All in all, not a bad first day.