This One Time At Band Camp

Can You Clari-not?

I've heard many stories about days like these, some say it's the special time of year when you can smell it in the air,(sniffs), yep, band camp.
My morning began with my mother pounding at my door yet again for the second time this morning. "Are you ready to leave? It's almost 8 o'clock!" I groaned as I stuffed my dot book into my bag and filled my water bottle. I stepped outside into the bright sunlight and immediately pulled down my sunglasses and hissed in disgust. Yet again was it another scorching 80 degree day. But today was different, today meant being out in this blistering hell-fire for 10 hours. Fun, right?
       I got into the passenger seat of my mothers car and buckled my seat belt. I turned to look her and I had never seen a bigger smile on this woman's face in my entire life. She leaned over, kissed my cheek and said, " I'm so proud of you pumpkin, you know that right?" I nodded and smiled back, she went into how I could manage a 3.7 gpa and still be involved with band, sports and color guard.
     We finally arrived at the high school, those big letters that sat on the front of the over hang glared in the sunlight. "ELIZABETH FORWARD HIGH SCHOOL"
  I walked through the doors and waved to my mother as she took off in that little gold Chevy Impala of hers. The air in the building hit me like a brick wall, it felt so good coming into a cool building, but I knew it wouldn't last for long. I walked into the lobby and to the left to the auditorium doors. It was shorter this way, I walked from the top of the auditorium down to the stage and to the right up a short stair case into the Music Corridor. Where I would be spending the rest of my summer.