For years I've thought that high school will be a lot like in the movies. The drama, adventure and cool stories to be told to my grandchildren. The year where I could become the coolest kid on the planet. I am not going to lie, years ago I was looking forward for high school. Every time the teacher was teaching, all I thought about was how I hated middle school and wanted those years of disaster to end.
I got what I wanted now. Those days of daydreaming about how this supposed to be has finally encountered its reality. The first week of high school was fun. It was a lot better than I expected. Bullies are everywhere which doesn't surprise me because let's face it, bullies are everywhere now. I haven't made friends with anyone to be honest. I guess, that's fine because I just got here and I am not good at blending in either.
Despite the fact I am friend-less (for now), I don't sit alone at lunch because if I do, I am a complete loner. Thanks to the band I just joined, my existence in high school is saved. Since the school is lacking of trumpeters, I could join in easily. There are five of us altogether. We all blend in really nicely and we've known each other's name, although it has only been a week.
The story behind my ability of playing the trumpet is pretty silly. So back in middle school I was goofing around in the band room. Can't remember how I got there in the first place, really. But I was there with Gaff and he knocked out a trumpet which happens to lay around the chair which is weird because other trumpets are in its case. I believe the sound of it crashing to the ground was so loud that a teacher quickly came to the band room and saw the tragedy. Gaff panicked and blamed me for it. It turns out that the trumpet is a bit broken.
Back to my bizarre story. Instead of putting me to detention or change the broken trumpet, Ms. Yammy, our music teacher, forced me to learn a song on the trumpet and play it in the assembly. Thanks to Gaff and whoever put that cursed trumpet there, I might become the school's joke once that day of the assembly comes. Generally students dont mess around with her, but when one does, she will use that opportunity in a ridiculous way. She sure knows how to humiliate a kid. I bet she had a something something going on in her past that she did this.
From that day on, I never stop practicing because humiliation is never a good idea. Ms. Yammy didn't let me borrow any of hers because I've (not) broke one. So, my parents who are so kind and I love them so much, bought me one for the assembly. I bet my neighbours were annoyed because I never stop playing it for over a month.
On the day of the assembly I aced it really well. Everybody were surprised including Ms. Yammy. All of them were on their foot, clapping and cheering, although I bet mist of them doesn't know who am I. Even I inprovised a bit in the end. I guess Ms. Yammy saw something in me. Or maybe it was just pure luck. Eh idk.
Seriously though. Being in a band is not humiliating. I like it. I have never been in a band before so it's new for me. When some people are scared of change, I charge towards it. I like change. Change is good.
