The Wasp Chronicles #1: Into the Hornet's Nest

The Start of A Normal School Year

Louis: Before my encounter with strange events, I was just starting my third year in high school at Lunar Eagle High School, a school where freshmen got tied to a table, pep rallies were crazy, and everything else was ridiculous-pretty much a typical life in high school. My name is Louis Kew and I have a fear of wasps and hornets. Little did I know, I would soon have to face my fears a hundredfold.

The first day was usually the easiest day, or at least I thought it would be for me. When we had received our schedules for all of our classes in homeroom, I noticed that my schedule was totally ridiculous. "Hey, my schedule's wrong!" I told the teacher. "Go to the office and see the assistant principle to fix your schedule like everybody else." She told me in a vile tone. I was supposed to have an advanced band class, since I have been one of L.E.H.S.'s best trombone players since freshman year. Instead, I get some weird class known as peer faction (which I have never heard of before) and instead of having French first period, I had it sixth period. In my peer faction class (in third period), there were no females (other than the teacher who was very strange because she considered herself to be the princess of Pluto), and we had to write like a million essays. I took my homeroom teacher's advice and asked my mother to help me fix my ridiculous schedule so I can have a band class. "Mr. Kew, I'm afraid that peer faction is required for the writing test. Also, you have to drop your health class and take it your senior year. Other than that, I shall fix your schedule so you can be in band class." The assistant principle told me. "Thank you." I said with a melancholy look and a depressed tone.

After the meeting with the assistant principle, I had to drop my health class because that agonizing third period class turned out to be required for the September writing test. I finally had my new class schedule, but I still loathed that annoying writing class I had to take because I have the same teacher for my English class. It looks like I'm stuck with 'Princess Pluto' for the whole semester. Hooray (Isn't sarcasm fun?)! Nevertheless, I could not wait until my sixteenth birthday. I hope it is fun. However, I am still missing something. Of course: A girlfriend.

The last time I crushed on a girl before my ex was during my freshman year in high school (She was totally out of my league). Before we went to the stadium freshman year, I was writing her love poems (I wanted to try it old school) and the first one I had wrote had somebody else's name on it because I was afraid to show that I had a sensitive side. After that fiasco, I started dating someone else the start of my sophomore year. However, during that year, the relationship ended quickly when my cheating ex-girlfriend broke up with me and got with the jerk. I tried to get over it by asking out Rachel, a smoking hot color guard with brown hair that flows like a river, sparkling, brown jewels of vision, a warm smile, and rich, creamy skin, but she rejected me and only wanted to just be friends (Just so you know, she was the same girl I wrote poems to and she had a boyfriend). I should have known better than to raise my standards. Occasionally, I get hugs from many other girls, but I have not had a girlfriend since my last break-up even though I was a generous, caring, and faithful boyfriend. Once again, I began to feel Cupid pulling my love strings. I was as nervous as a frantic little mouse running to get back to its hole. Of course, I use to have a crush on one of my other best friends in band. Her name was Stella Eastman.

Stella was a delightful and intriguing girl who is taking honors and advanced placement courses. She is also one of our band's luxuriant drum majors. Back in our freshman year, she used to play her lurid clarinet meticulously and carefully. Her hair was rich like fertile soil and shimmered in the warm sunlight. Stella's brown eyes sparkled like miniature stars in the gloomy night sky. She had a wonderful personality, and she was a great friend, despite what her brother says. However, it was somewhat hard to chat with her if either of us are preoccupied with school, work, or if I was too nervous to even talk to her without paralyzing in fear. Even though she is a neat freak, she is okay as a friend. Some of my other best friends are Sophie, Jacques, Véronique, Lea (She plays bass clarinet and tenor saxophone in the band), Clément Glenstone, Helen Sign, and Kelly Postwood.

Sophie was a red-haired junior in high school who played clarinet and bass clarinet and she was dating Jacques, a sophomore that plays French horn in the band. Veronique is a blonde-haired flute player and also a sophomore in L.E.H.S. Veronique is a great friend and likes to flirt with the guys a lot. She dated Wade Paskeem, one of our tuba players, and broke up with him. Helen Sign is also a sophomore who plays percussion instruments. She's sometimes shy but at the same time she is fun to be around. Kelly Postwood is also a sophomore who plays clarinet and bass clarinet very skillfully. She's the kind of friend that can easily cheer you up when you are feeling upset. She almost always has a smile on her face and rarely do I ever see her upset. Most of the time at lunch, I usually sit with Sophie, Jacques, Veronique, and Lea, but occasionally, I might sit with Stella and Kelly if Zeke is not around at lunch.

Zeke Faultingsworth is a muscular, dark-skinned senior who plays the trumpet. He was always coquettish with every girl and always squeezes people's shoulders during practice after school. He is also friends with Marc Cashington, the band captain who is a brown-hair senior and flirtatious with some of the girls. Like me, Marc plays the tremendous trombone, is first chair, and occasionally competes with me a lot when it comes to the trombone solos. Of course, I usually challenge Mr. C, the assistant band director, to a freestyle trombone showdown. Mr. C helps the brass section out while Mr. G, the band director, helps the woodwind section. Mr. R helps with the percussion section of the band. In marching band, we have many students (most of them color guards, percussion, trumpets, and woodwind). But that's my high school band. My other classes were crazy.

In Chemistry, Coach H, one of our high school softball team's coaches, lets us do a lot of experiments in the school lab, full of flasks, test tubes, chemicals, and other items related to science. One time, he was showing us that the plastic ring around a graduated cylinder prevents it from breaking and saves $30. "Wasp!" A girl screamed as a giant wasp flew inside and sped towards us. I was scared for my life as it flew near me a couple of times and was inches away from stinging me. It flew towards Coach H. and he moved out of the way just in time. Once it flew out the window of the lab, he went back to his demonstration. In the process, he knocked the graduated cylinder down, it broke (it had the ring on it), and the broken top of the graduated cylinder fell into the sink. The whole class laughed when that happened. After that, we did an experiment where we had to heat up water at its boiling point, mass salt, mass the evaporating dish, heat up the solution(salt and water combined) inside the evaporating dish, and mass the salt in the evaporating dish. Ours had a 'snowing' effect which meant that some of the salt popped out of the dish like popcorn. But anyways, there's third period.

In my third class period, we always do a whole lot of writing. By the way, my English/ Peer Fac teacher is from Pluto (I just don't know why they call it 'Peer Fac' if it's just a boring writing class). She usually gives us a bunch of essay topics, in which some of them were too complicated. Anyway, the essays for my third period class also count as grades in my seventh period class. So basically, what counts for American Literature (That's seventh period) counts for Peer Fac. By the way, my birthday was coming up before our first football game.

I was going to be sixteen after our first football game. However, the marching band went to our first football game seven days before my 16th birthday at our home stadium, a large football stadium with 27 rows of seats and stairs in the stands and concession stands underneath the stands. When half-time came, we marched out of the stands. "Hey Louis," Zeke shouted. "What is it you want Z.?" I asked. "Don't screw up on that solo tonight even though there's more than a thousand people out there, okay?" "Okay!" I spoke in a defensive but slightly nervous voice. During half-time, we performed part of our half-time show the theme of which was a combination of the 'Wizard of Oz' and 'The Wiz' and I played my solo. While I was playing my solo, the crowd rudely clapped before I was finished. It made me feel like i was walking into a hornet's nest. After half time, we got snacks and drinks before we played in the stands. Our football team beat the visitor's side 42-10 and we all went home. But I was still pondering on how I can do the solo better next time.