Gigi's POV
Oh come on, I thought sarcastically. Like really? The whiny baby isn't feeling well, how is that my fault? That kid always deducts time out of my rehearsal. So annoying.
"Ugh." I said out loud, hoping someone would notice. And of course no one did. I looked over at Amaya. Sometimes she looked over here. I turned my head to face Amaya, but of course she was talking to Nicky and Luke. No one notices when I need to rant. Just as I was about to start inspecting my bass clarinet, Moriarty, I heard an unusual noise that perked my attention. I looked around, rubbing my neck, and looked at the backdoor. Aside from the hideous door, I saw a figure in the window. I had a strong urge to see what it was, just as Mr. K came back from helping the baby.
"I forgot my folder, again." Jackson whined.
"I don't want to hear about your pathetic problems." I snapped. The cold, harsh truth was the best. I turned my attention back to the back door, but the strange figure was gone. Damnit. I turned around, sighing annoyingly.
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Bandpocolypse
HumorWhat would happen if zombies attacked a band class? This is what would happen. Would people die? Who would survive? Cowritten with @PepperDoodles77
