Chapter 2

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   I wake up to a house full of screams and laughter. "Oh no" I think to myself. It's 8:00! I must have fallen asleep on the desk last night! I get up quickly, grab my bag and put on my clothes as fast as I can, and I run down the stairs. "Atsumi! Where have you been. I was getting worried." said Konoshi. "Sorry" I carelessly yelled across the room with a piece of toast being stuffed into my mouth. "Feeulaer" i yelled again with a full mouth and opening the door. It was a gloomy day and the sky was packed with gray clouds. "Yay. Another rainy day, just what I need." I think to myself. 

  I was walking down the sidewalk to the bus, when I bumped into someone and they knocked me down. "Oh, I'm so sorry." A tall, brown hair-brown eyed boy says. Stretching his hand out towards me. "Hey, Atsumi! It's you! So sorry for bumping into you." He says pulling me up "Oh, Onoda, right?" I say. "Thanks for helping me up." "Your welcome." Onoda says. "Hey Onoda! Hurry up, the bus is about to leave." says a group of apparently Onoda's friends. "Come on Atsumi, if we are late I'm pretty sure the teacher won't be very happy with us." "Oh, right." I say getting onto the bus with Onoda. " Who are your friends?" I ask Onoda. "Oh, how in the world did I forget to tell you! They are all of the band members." I look through the group of them and see a short boy with black hair, beady green eyes, and a vest on. A tall blue-haired - blue eyed guy with glasses, a maroon short-sleeved hoodie and baseball pants on. In the back I see a girl about as tall as me with velvet hair, a velvet mini-skirt, long hair that goes down to her waist, and a long collar-necked white shirt. Lastly, I see another guy that is fairly tall, with white hair and a hood on that covers his face apparently listening to music. "This is Yakumo, he points to the small beady-eyed boy in the front." says Onoda. "Hi Atsumi! My name is Yakumo, you can just call me Yaku. I've heard alot about you." Yaku said with a high pitched voice, I was really wondering why he was in high school, but then Onoda starts talking again and introduces me to everyone."This is Isorku" He pointed to the tall blue-haired guy with glasses. "This is Yuka." He pointed to the girl. "And lastly,  this is Takuji." Takuji looks up at me to reveal light gray eyes and a set of headphones around his ears. "What?" says Takuji "This is Atsumi, our new band member."

"Onoda, Yaku, Isorku, Yuka, and Takuji." I said to myself. "All of my new band members" Class had just ended and I was heading down the hallway to go to my locker. Once I got there I heard a slam on metal around the corner and stopped to see what was going on "Yaku."I said. I had to help, two guys had got him pinned on the locker and were making fun of him. "What are you going to do about it little Yakumo, Your legs too short to run away?" The bullies said to Yaku laughing and maliciously grinning. I needed to help. I walked through the small crowd shoving my way through and ripped the bullies hands off of Yaku. "Go mess with someone your own size, or why don't you fight me instead?" The bullies looked confused and mad. The gave me a glare that stayed their for a while and then they left, when they did, so did the crowd. "Atsumi. Thank you." said Yaku. " No problem." I was still processing what had just happened when Yaku said "Oh, right, Onoda wanted to tell you that we are going to have a band meeting in the music room tomorrow at 4:00." I totally forgot that I would be having band practice. "Ok, thanks" I said not thinking.

   When I got home I went to the refrigerator and grabbed a left-over ham sandwich from the sandwich place everyone went to yesterday while I was studying. I went up the stairs and set my bag down. "What a weird day, I thought" Well, I need to study, so I will do that first. I studied until about 11:00 and then decided to go to bed. I got into bed and was thinking about everything that happened today and slowly fell asleep cuddling with my soft blanket laying on my side in bed.

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