The Truth of Us: The Rebellion

Ch 3. Welcome to the Band

Aleina

The car ride from Stillwater was a two-hour long session of mom and dad telling me how proud they were of me and how they were going to miss me, etcetera, etcetera. Don't get me wrong, I love them and I'm so happy I made them proud but I don't like these teary confessions. Actually hearing them say these things makes me realize this is really happening. Finally moving out, starting a life on my own, relying on myself for everything for the first time, and also, living with a roommate for the first time.

I get my phone out, log onto Facebook, and type in the search bar Lucinda Isabella Étoile. Not stalker-ish at all. A list pops up and I click on her name. Before the page is even done loading I click on her pictures and start scrolling through them. Yup, definitely not stalker-ish. I stare at the long brown haired girl with blond highlights. I look from her bright green eyes to her beautiful smile and think... Wow, she's beautiful but so help me God if she's a bitch or like the psychopath of the Roommate. If she is I'm definitely getting a different one. I shake my head then relax in my seat. I laugh in spite of myself as I look out the window thinking about how stupid I must sound. Lucinda probably isn't bad and I'm probably over thinking things like I normally do. Either way, I'm still nervous.

I look out the window once again and watch the many acers of woods and fields fly by. I let my limbs relax, take some deep breaths, and try to clear my mind. Doesn't work. I sigh and decided to go to sleep but just as I'm about to doze off my mom sings, "We're hhheeeerrreee!"

"Uuuggh," I groan as mom glares back at me. I give her a tight smile and say "I'm so excited," through my teeth. She then shoots me a genuine smile. I feel my heart rate pick up and my face flush. This always happens when I'm nervous. My heart rate only increases as we park the car in the parking lot directly behind the East Central University's band room.

My parents jump out of the car but I sit there for a few seconds longer. I take a deep breath, open the door and step outside. We jog across street and reach the door of the building. Once again, I take a deep breath and step inside.

Lucinda

I wake up 30 minutes before the alarm goes off and take a deep breath. My stomach is all in knots and I just really want to curl up in my bed and not go. Even though I just moved all of my stuff to my sister's house here in Stratford, which is about 20 minutes from Ada, I still don't want to have to remove all of this stuff to a dorm room. It's going to be my luck that I'm on the third floor too. I say to myself, forcing myself to adult.

"Wonder if Layla is up yet." I ask to myself as I slowly crawl out of bed. When I smell bacon cooking.

"Well hot damn she DOES love me!" I say as I ninja jump the rest of the way out of bed and walk down the stairs to the kitchen to see my beautiful sister at the stove cooking bacon. "Aww you look so pretty today sis! I love you oh so much-"

"Quit sucking up brat!" She says with a smile as she turns to face me.

Layla is five foot five and is 23 years old. Her face is the same as mine but her eyes are a deep green and her hair is dyed blond with brown highlights. She is slender and you can tell she works out.

"Yes mommy, whatever you say mommy." I say in a tone like a kid who just got told no-no.

She then glares at me and says "Child I am not your mother!" Surprise, surprise though, some people call her my mother. Regardless that she is only 5 years older than me.

Sitting down at the dining room table I look down at my hand and wonder. How did all of this happen? College? Band scholarship? Why am I even here?