Chapter 1
" Help?" I questioned.
" Yes." A female voice answered. " I did something bad."
" I doubt it was that bad." I responded doubtfully.
" Oh, but it was."
" What did you do?"
"I killed someone."
"Who? And why?"
"Ben McDonald. That arrogant idiot in fourth period."
"Really Gracie?"
"No, but I want to! Will you help?"
" Definitely!!"
"Okay see ya Monday then. We'll start planning his death then!!"
"Ya okay. Bye!"
Oh my goodness, my best friend, she's nuts!! She always talks like she's gonna kill someone!! I find it ironic because I'm the one called an assassin, clarinet assassin to be more specific. I've never killed anyone, but I've done some harm to my clarinet. Let's see one broken mouthpiece, one thumb rest that fell off, one mouthpiece shattered the day I got it, and crack in the bell to top it all off (I also not just killed, but murdered a trumpet.)
I'm sure you thought that my story would be a lot more glamorous or even violent, but to be honest it's just the story of a normal teenage girl with a weird nickname.
Hey guys!! I've decided to try and this story again!! Let's see how it goes!! Lol peace love BAND!!!!
Btw this are not names of people I know and dislike. ;)
