The Arcane Society

Chapter 5

June 5th; 6:44 AM

I realized that we had a band test today. But, not just any regular play-the-song-assigned-for-a-measely-25-points. They were the one thing I hated most, scales. C, E flat, A flat, F, B flat and my chromatic scales, being memorized, were the ones I'm grueling over. This test was also a hefty 50 points! I was fine with the scales since I practice Piano. But, the others? The teacher made us do a mid-exam on how well we were doing. I aced all my scales except the Chromatic scale. I remember her words in my head.

"You need to relax, and make sure high notes sound like high notes and the same for low ones. Otherwise, you would get around a 44 out of 50 if you took the test right now."

You need to relax? I'm sooo going to fail. If there is one thing I can't do on an oboe, is relax my embouchure. So many other people, including me, are doomed, DOOMED!

1st Hour

Science was a absolute disaster. I'll give you a couple guesses to think who I was partnered up with. It starts with N, and ends with ate. If you guessed the King of Obnoxiousness, or Nate, you're (unfortunately) correct. I at least got to sit next to Silvia. We were talking about school as I poured the iron fillings on the magnet.

"Ugh, we have finals!" He moaned. I look at him imploringly as I attempt to cock an eyebrow.

"So? At least we don't have a weak math program unlike Team B." Marlee and Nella started complaining about the simplicity of Team B's Math Program the other day. He looks at me with a weird expression.

"Math program? You sound like a college student." He sneers.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm more concerned not ending up like a failure and getting into Yale, the best law school, instead of the accomplishment of hitting on every single girl in the school, thank you!" I shot back.

"Isn't Harvard the first in the country in law?" He asks.

"Nope, it's Yale, then Princeston, then Columbia, then Harvard." I numbered off my fingers.

"At least I'll be a better lawyer than you."

Says the guy who has the logic of a box of crayons.

3rd Hour

Art was also a bore and filled with literal pain. I was sorting ceramic creatures to the different STAR classes when my finger caught on a point. I inhaled sharply.There wasn't a lot of pain at first, but blood was starting to spew. Can't these people smooth the point, at least a little?

"I need a medic!" I shouted. The teacher gave me a bandage. As soon as I strapped on the bandage, a throbbing pain hit me. I was then ordered to sort papers instead. Note to self: Never touch ceramics with paper thin skin.

4th Hour

I'm starting to wonder how many people are going to fail this test. I should also introduce you to another bully, Richard. (Not his real name, but let's go with it. It's the derpiest name I can think of. ) Richard is last chair out of four Alto saxophones and also has a ginormous ego. So I'm listening to people not being able to memorize a simple scale. Geez, and I though I was going to bomb this test. Richard was starting fine until, the teacher asked him to play the Concert C scale.

"Concert C?" He asks, clearly confused. My musical friend, Alyssa and I begin to giggle. So much for a giant ego, Richard. Oh, and you say no one listens to me? Listen to yourself, you hypocrite!

Apparantly, the test is a even heftier 120 points! Some kids lost up to 70 points, all because the couldn't attempt 3 simple scales. The teacher didn't get to me, so I'm due in STAR tomorrow. I feel like an glass Angry Birds structure. As soon as she starts to comment, it feels as if the black bird blew through shards of glass and self-destructed the structure.