It All Started With Some Spilt Milk

I Just Couldn't Control My Temper

The day started off just like all the years before. I would wait until exactly 6:41am when the bus would come. I would be carrying both my Horn and my Mellophone, (Marching French Horn) pissing off every person whose leg gets rammed into. It was almost nostalgic. I mean, I talk a lot of shit about school, but I do somewhat enjoy the social aspect. There may be annoying kids and staff members but, I still couldn't wait to see all my friends again...even if most of them I literally just saw on last Friday night for our last Summer Band Camp day. Either way, I enjoy the times with my friends.

The bus finally reached Summit Highschool, this cockroach infested building where I learn. Like always, I head to the band hall (what we call our "Little Sanctuary") to indulge in my basic morning routines. I go the lockers, placing my instruments in their cozy homes until they are of use to me. *SLAM* My body is instantly rocked by the pain of someone slapping my back as I'm greeted with, "My duuude, Alex!" Its one of my best friends and Brass Captain, Isaiah Blackmon. He's a Senior this year and one of my first friends coming here at Summit. He's a half African American, half white kid with some of the weirdest curls that accent his awkward yet outgoing personality. This dude is a complete nerd for band. "Jesus dude, you know how much that hurts?" I said wincing in pain. "Oh c'mon dude, I barely even hit you." He says, yet I literally still feel the sting of his hand on my back. "Whatever, you ready for you first day?" His face instantly looses it's happy cheerful smile. "Hell no. I don't even have my schedule yet. This school is so stupid, that literally I couldn't get it at registration because..." He continued to ramble on about his grievances while I ran through a check list of my schedule and what I need to mentally prepare for. "Hey, are you listening?" My thoughts interrupted. "Nobody wants to listen to you Isaiah, c'mon we all know that." I look to my left to see Isabel Gonzales, another Senior friend of mine walking with her instrument. Isabel, like Isaiah, was one of my first friends here. She's one of the Horn Section Leaders and she's a damn good one. Always punctual, caring, understanding, and a great role model. This girl does it all. Kind of jealous to be honest. From the outside she seems to have everything all together and kicking ass. It's so different from my chaotic and somewhat depressive lifestyle. "Isabel! Thanks, you saved me from this rambling idiot." I nudge at Isaiah who gives me a jokingly petrified face. "How could you say that!?" He pretends to cry. "Its because nobody likes you," Isabel responds in a mocking manner as they both throw stupid and harmless threats at each other before sooner or later we're all laughing. Man, I love these guys. It's sad to know they're gonna graduate. However, our laughter is short lived as the bell rings, signalling that we must leave to our first class period. Surprisingly I was the first out the door, "Well guys, I'll catch y'all after school!" I wanted this day to be over now.

It hadn't even been five minutes and my luck was already on a bad streak. I reached my first block teacher, Mr. Fox, who teaches Algebra 2 only to realize that I actually wasn't in his class. My schedule had changed since I got it last. I was missing a second band class so, in turn the counselors just decided to rearrange my whole schedule. I finally reached my new class, this time it was Mrs. Runoff, only to realize the worst possible thing. Harrison Upton was in my class. This tall, humongous, and over bearing jock had been the source of all I hated. I can't stand this kid. Sadly, I've known him since Kindergarten. He's always bullied me ever since the day I told the teacher he was the one who scribbled crayon all over her papers. This kid meant trouble and like a shark he had already smelled my blood from miles away.

"Well, if it isn't Alexander True Pussy! Looks like my luck is golden today!" Yeah and mine isn't. "Save your 'smart' remarks for later in the year Upton. They seem to get dumber every time we speak. You may only have a few good comebacks you insignificant scum" I usually bite my tongue when any shit comes out of that worthless humans mouth but, today I was tired of hearing it after 11 years of torment. "Well look at that, True Pussy has some balls this time to say something! Too bad he's too much of a bitch to do something about it." Sadly he's right. Not saying I wouldn't want to rip this guy to shreds but, I won't sacrifice my membership in band over some idiot like this. "You're right Upton, I won't fight a senseless idiot like you over something so minor. I actually have priorities in my life." It didn't take his sorry ass long to retort, "Excuses from a bitch, huh? You're pitiful." There are SO many things I wanna say right now but, I know I can't so once again, I bit my tongue. "That's what I thought, you ain't gonna say shit." I swallowed all my pride in the last effort to not lash out at this idiot. I finally sat in a seat far away from that imbecile. I chose a corner seat, a seat in which I hoped I would stay when the teacher assigned seats.