What Happens At Band Camp (Boyxboy)

Fish are friends...

Summer is here. Its been here. And I've been at home rotting on my bed. But the month has come, its August. Now I'm headed to what I've been waiting for since the second half of my 7th grade year. After August I'll start high school as a freshman or a fish, if you're a sophomore or older. The bipolar Texas weather seems to only allow sunlight onto the football field, and as my mom drives us up I see towers of human beings. I really wish I hit that growth spurt in 8th grade. When she gets to the entrance of the stadium she stops the car and takes a second to look at me,her short, trombone playing, love prone, latino son. She gives off a motherly smile before she takes my head and plants a big, wet kiss on it. I roll my eyes playfully before I wipe my cheek and take my instrument out. Being a trombone in my old middle school was tough where the dominate population was woodwinds.

Unfortunately(kinda) during 6th grade our band director had to leave because she was going to have a baby so we had to get someone else to teach us who was a master at brass instruments. Then along came our substitute. He pushed us to the extreme especially since we were only 6th graders, we had only been with these loud mechanisms for only a couple of months. You wouldve thought he took it easy on any of us? Wrong. We were forced to memorize all of our scales in 6th grade. We even started doing 2 octave scales. By the end of the school year all but two of us trombones quit. And may I just say as 7th graders we kicked ass in our top band going against all of the 8th graders supplied with an extra year of experience over us. We were big brass dictators to be honest. 8th grade wasn't much better. Our 7th graders grew frustrated at not being able to win any chair tests against us and we made them quit unintentionally but that year me and Zeke both made region band so closely tied together we were only 2 chairs apart. Zeke had to go to another high school unfortunately and I was left to fend for myself at Iron Creek High.

Walking up to the stadium only left me in awe. It was huge. I climbed the steps and reached the bleachers where I could see everyone practicing routine and music. It was easy to tell freshman apart from the others. They looked smaller obviously in comparison but there was something else something I was able to pinpoint quite well. It was fear, but not a fear about the routine or how well they sounded it was a fear of fitting in. The way you acted here impacted you hard when you enter school. Even fish knew that.

First chapter. I know short but I really wanted to get this story out I just love it. Also what do yku guys think of my crappy endings to chapters?

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