Drumline Battle of the Field

6-Marimbabes

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THE MORNING OF THE GAME

Jenna carefully watched as Ally took the covers off her Marimba, the sun leaking through the tree tops and leaving blotches of light on her board. "Hey," she cleared her throat, the early morning still getting to her voice. "Ally, do you want to work on some technique with me?"

Ally moved her straight caramel hair to the side. Her greenish grey eyes looked carefully at Jenna while she bit her red lips. "We should work on lateral rolls."

"So I cross this mallet-" Jenna got the grip ready and began to roll.

"Hold on," Ally got behind Jenna. "You're still a little uneven," she came up behind Jenna, wrapping her hands around Jenna's hands. They could smell each other, and it was pretty cool.

As each of the students arrived, Jenna and Ally had to tone it down. By the time Tova strolled into the pits grassy area of usual practice nicknamed The Zone, Ally's hands flung off of Jenna in an instant.

"I'm sorry we will have to be late, class won't be over until six." The Vietnamese sixteen year old boy said. "How does that sound."
A 2008 Justin-bieber resembling Canadian responded. "Sounds convincing enough."

Ally felt her iPhone 6 buzz and checked on what it was. Yam-Yam and Oliver, the two synths would arrive around 6:00 because they were attending a math class at the University of Minnesota.

Yam-Yam turned Oliver, who was facing a tall standing rollercoaster. "So that gives us  nine hours, here, alone, together, at the fair."

Marcy sat in her car, her forehead rested on her steering wheel. Her poor hands with two large incisions in her middle finger to the center of the back of her hand covered her face. She had an aleve to deal with the pain.

From the front seat of her car she asked herself why she was doing this to herself. She wanted to meet her birth parents who were in South Korea. Her father had told her they were percussion professors. She wanted to impress them. Her adoptive parents didn't seem to have a problem with this. However, it was starting to get a little obsessive.

The brown haired Emily gave the tall man the gallon sized ziplock bag filled with green-clumped Magic known as marijuana. She knew it was wrong, but it paid the bills.

Emily turned the corner of the school and entered through the doors, hoping the smell of the illegal drugs wouldn't follow her around. She pulled her board around into the Zone the same time Marcy did.

Sarah, bless her heart, was the most oblivious Marimbabe of the six. She entered the Zone with a box of six cupcakes sitting in her board as it rolled in. "Who wants cupcakes?!!"

For all their own reasons, no one wanted Sarah's friggen cup cakes but they all had one anyways.