Drumline Battle of the Field

7-Metals

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After an hour and a half of practice between the marimbas, the metal vibes began to show up.

It was difficult for the sophomores to comprehend exactly what was going down. Their bodies were changing in ways like puberty but again.

The boys gained about an inch of height and have gotten more and more muscular. The ladies were also gaining muscle, but it was not very visible by the eye. The thinning of their hips and the enlargement of their breasts. But no one really seemed to be complaining.

Except for the vision and the hearing. Some of the students have been hearing things they wish they didn't... and smell, bacon, meat, perfumes, and leaves in the air smelt like a Halloween bliss.

Emma was walking next to her in a camo jacket and hat. The new wolf had enjoyed the previous night, out hunting with her brother, a senior in the batterie. They were both frequent hunters, however, they lost their father in a hunting accident a few years back. Ever since then they left their dad the white meat and kept the dark meat. Dad always did eat the white meat anyways. He would've liked it this way.

The freshman Emily, better known as Shoe to prevent confusion, had discovered a rather extreme sense of vision. When she focused well enough, she could see the fine print text from 75 feet away. In the night it was as clear as day, and sometimes, if she focused even harder, Shoe could find heat signatures in the area. This was not without side effects however, and did come with brief headaches.

Anshuman stood outside of the school, the same tall man that Emily had encountered giving him the goods.

"What happened?"

"She had them?" Anshuman rose his eyebrows, surprised. This is awesome, he thought.

The tall mysterious man handed him the marijuana. Anshuman slipped it into his bag. He'd probably hide it under his bed, his parents didn't expect their honors student son to have drugs anyways.

Carly had chestnut brown hair and dark brown eyes that melted like chocolate. She could hear and see things happening in the future and the past. It was both a gift and a curse.

Just the other day she saw what answers were right on her test while she was taking it.

That was nothing like what she was experiencing now. She could hear the sounds of growls and whimpers of war, she glanced around trying to see where it was coming from. It was terrifying. She could guess who was whimpering- a familiar wolf sound and it sounded like Emma.

"Carls? What's up?" Emma asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

Carly looked up and down the hall. "Do you hear that?"

Emma had almost supreme hearing. She could hear the heartbeat of the person inside the music lab. "No. There is nothing. You're going cray-cray."
"Too much Netflix and chill."

"Is Oliver and Yam-Yam here yet?" A familiar freshmen voice asked, it was faint.

Emma and Carly searched for the voice until they realized it was coming from behind the glass, inside the music lab. "I heard that." Emma said.

"I did too. But that wasn't it." Carly told the blonde. She faced the curly haired child in the window. "I think they're at math."

Amherst grumbled from inside the room while Carly entered it to grab the gold coated vibe. There was a certain pain to not being able to set up the electronics through Yam-Yams board, which had all the wires inside. His board was large and difficult to move for someone under five feet.

The whole group had a great rehearsal, fixing up their visuals. Marcy knew they would have a fantastic performance that would draw in enough magic to shift stronger than the way the football team plays. That was the way it worked, ever since Pete Barry refused to play football.

For lunch, the group sent Sarah and Emily for 50 chicken fingers from Raising Kaynes. Since they turned, the new borns have had an abnormally large diet for meats.