My Life Is A Fanfic

Piano Wire and A Middle School

*Slight warning.. There are a few curse words such as fuck and hell. There's is also some  s l i g h t  gore at the very very end. If either if these things bother you, please read with caution or read until you get to the next bolded text*

So..
I was in band all three years in middle school, right? All three years, I played flute and in that last half of seventh and the entirety of eighth, I played both flute and piccolo. Now in my band, the order we march in is Mr. Ray (our band teacher. I know! When I first met him, all I could think about was Nemo. He's thinks it's pretty cool too), our school banner, piccolo (which was only for my eighth grade year), flute, clarinet, then i think saxophones, drums, trombones, low horns, and finally trumpets.. Yeah, that seems right. My God, the trumpet section was always H U G E. It was like, a third of the band! And our formation while in a parade was 5 to a row, evenly spaced. Our rows were 15 paces (so at least 20 feet? However long it is solid white line to solid white line on a 2 lane street. "Center front stays on the middle yellow lines, extreme left and right on the solid white lines. Middles cut the difference." I was always extreme right), one person every 3 paces or note above. Then while we were at rest, there were 2 paces/4ish feet between the rows. While we were marching, we wait 2 counts before heading off after the row in front of us so now there 4 paces/~5-6 feet between our rows. Then at least 170 kids in band plus spacing to fit drums (every year, we get 10 new drum players. So 20 regular drums, 4 quads, 2-3 symbols, and the other 3 or 4 people doing anything percussion instrument), low horns, an amp (on a wagon for our bass), and our bassist (who marches behind the wagon. We steal one from orchestra). Plus if we have someone in a wheelchair... Yeah... Our band is huge.

Anyways, we had just finished marching in Sequim and in Sequim and Selah, they have a little fair thing. So after our parades, we go to the fair.

I hang out with my friends, go on rides, eat, get asked by a ride operator if me and my then boyfriend can "Please stop spinning or spin slower" (we were in a ride where it lifts and spins you, but you can also spin you compartment... You know what i mean? No? Sorry! I suck at explaining. I'll try to clarify if you need me to) because we were spinning so fast our compartment's arm hinge thing was creaking. It was a blast since it was my first parade.

A few hours later, we hear the chaperones say that it's time to head back to the buses so we can go back home. I was walking with a group of friends (my grade was weird. All 3 years in my grade, you were friends with everyone in some way. Either you were friends or you had mutual friends) on the sidewalk back to our charter buses. I wasn't even walking fast, but i had my head turned slightly to the side so i could talk to my friend, when all of the sudden i was hearing my name being yelled in worry and the world was tilting on it's side. I fell on my back and just laid there for a second, stunned not even hearing anything. I was literally just laying on my back, looking at the sky for a few seconds.

I blinked and all of the sudden everything came back. I heard my friends yelling my name and helping me stand up. I stood up fully and instinctively put my hand to my mouth. At the time, i didn't know why i did so. Curious, i pulled my hand away from my mouth and looked at it. Blood. My hand was covered in blood. Like seeing evidence that i was hurt reminded my brain that, "Oh yeah. You're hurt, there should be PAIN", my mouth started throbbing with every beat of my heart. I heard my friends gasp in shock and horror. I didn't know how bad off i was, all i knew was that it hurt and that my eyes were watering.

My friends rushed me off to Diane (our kinda like marching band co-director. She takes care of the uniforms, the food, everything we need) where, to my surprise, i see 3 other kids with shallow cuts. From what? I don't know. (We were later told that some guy had strung up super thin piano wire across his yard and apparently into the sidewalk a little bit since i was on the sidewalk when i was cut. The guy's in my year book. My pe teacher/photography club leader got a picture of him and put him in there with the caption "Crazy old man yelling at the band kids." He told us to get out of his neighborhood and take the parade somewhere else... The parade has been there for a WHILE..) As my friends were rushing my to Diane (who's also a nurse, fun fact. Her being a nurse came in handy that day), they were SCREAMING out for Diane, attracting everyone's attention. Diane turned toward us and gasped. My friends rushed me to the "injury yard" (since my middle school goes to the same parades every year, the residents have gotten close with Mr. Ray and the residents of the "injury yard" were MORE than happy to let us use their yard. They were a nice old couple, super sweet) and had me sit on a cooler. They back up a few paces so Diane could tend to me, but stayed close until Mr. Ray came over and told them to go to the buses. Which they did, they just stayed as close to me as they could get. Meaning 4 feet from the buses 😂😂.