Two walkers make Two lovers

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My story which I never felt right in his world

, I, my name is Landyn, was in my last class of the day; English. I was annotating a poem about Annabel Lee made by Edgar Allen Poe. Ugh, love is the same. Fall in love, then die alone.

3:05: "Right, everyone make sure to study for the test tomorrow." The teacher slobs onto the kid's face. The kids groan and continue to pack up to leave for the day.

The day was a rainy Thursday, which I loved the rain, Saxophones had sectionals, Me and my friend; Shot were walking to the band hall. Down the hall, turn a left, down the stairs, straight, turn a left, and you'll find the band/choir hall.

I meet up with another saxophone player; Alejandro. I met him back in 6th grade, first day of band.

I watch Shot grab his trombone and leave with his twin, his twin used to bully me back in 3rd grade.I sighs before going into the locker.

I open up the locker and started to build my sax. I placed the reed in my mouth, then I placed the neck strapped around my very own neck, I grabbed the body in the saxophone and clipped the neck strap to my body, before grabbing the body and untwisting the nail and inserting the neck inside. I picked up the mouthpiece and took off the ligature, I then took out the now soggy reed and placed it right under the mouthpiece. The ligature gets out back in and twisted making sure the reed doesn't fall down.

I place the case back inside the locker before heading over Alejandro who's taking with Noah.

I always hated Noah. Well... not hate. More of a dislike. Noah was getting too close with Alejandro, I'm scared.

What if the two become best buddies and I have no one to share my special interests with anymore?

Alejandro was the only one that understood me.

The two talked as I watched them with jealously, before the band director yells at everyone.

"If your a saxophone, please already enter the practice room!" He shouted, making a so-n-so angry face. I, Alejandro, and the others; aka my other friends America, Mary head inside the practice room.

The other saxophone's seems to already be there; Amari, Jacob, Christian.

Ugh, I HATE Christian. He is so... weird! Last year I heard he was talking shit about a girl in gym, and called her a hoe. Maybe he did deserved to get beat up by her. Only America saw the fight since she was in second period gym.

There's four spots left, right in the middle, America sits next to Amari while Mary is next to America. The teacher, Mr. Bunch, who's a clarinet player but is the one teaching for us. His forehead looks shaped out, honestly.

He doesn't need a raise, he needs a barber. Final

During this sectional, I was SOO bored! Mr. Bunch makes me want to sleep forever. I swear when he blinks, his eyes roll back and then closes his eyelids. Someone help him. Then he starts to cough violently, it scares me. I think sometimes he's going to make Covid-23 by how much he coughs.

The , two other saxophones arrived. Marissa and Julian sit down in the two leftover chairs next to Mary.

If your going to be 20 minutes late. Just don't show up anymore.

The band director checks them in as they're finally here. We, the saxophones, do our usual routine, Chairs auditions, learn a new scale, finish our new piece for the Christmas concert. The clock chimes, 4:55, the sectional ends and everyone leaves. Noah and a Thomas enter the room for their honors sectionals.

Sometimes I am happy that I don't have honors and just symphonic.

I go to my locker and dismantle my saxophone and doing my usual routine to clean out my instrument.

I grab my backpack which are laid on the racks, located in the hallway. I leave the school, out the back, and waiting for their cars.

The football teams leaves out another door and enter their bus for the game. I noticed. I started walking to the tracks where I'm supposed to met with Alejandro.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, sending shocks throughout my body. I never liked physical affection. I hated it.

I turn around and see that is Alejandro. I slightly smiled. "You suck ass at saxophone."

"I can say the same thing for you." Alejandro smiled back at him.

His smiled made me chuckle.

"How's your siblings?" I questioned.

"Which one? I have..." he starts counting with his fingers, "Six."

"Oh."

His parents sure do have a lot of time in their hands.

"The one that had Mr. Cupp last year." I say, answering his question.

"Oh, she's okay."

"That's good to hear... after what happened."

His sister got into a car crash on her way to a concert. Her mom's friend was driving her before a drunk driver run into them in a interstate.

I...

I'm happy she's better.

I'm really am.

Alejandro's siblings were the best people I've met. Even the nicest...

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