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

Trouble in School

My birthday had arrived at last. "Quel age as-tu?" That's French for "How old are you?" "J'ai seize ans (Translation: I'm sixteen years old)". To recap, we had our first football game on the Friday before my sixteenth birthday. I performed a trombone solo as an early birthday gift and was also a little bit nervous, but at least I played it... "Dude, you sucked on that solo last Friday!" Zeke mocked. "Man, I could have done better than you!" Shouted Nicholas Ivywood. "No you couldn't Nicholas," I argued. "Besides, you can't even mark time and step off with the correct foot. And plus, you're not a section leader, so buzz off!" "I'm gonna tear your trombone -" "If you touch my trombone, you're going to get your -" "Guys, guys," Yelled Mark, "just stop complaining. You both suck. Besides, I'm doing the solo tonight since Louis and I are alternating each game. And Nicolas, Louis is right about one thing: you can't play your baritone right. So just stop arguing and shut up!" Three days later, my cell phone rang in class and I was sent straight to the office. I had to see Ms. Ikes, the assistant principal. She told me that I had five days of in-school suspension.

In ISS (In-School Suspension), I was very miserable. Everybody had to copy the ISS rules and sign them after we were finished with them. We were also assigned classwork from our academic and elective teachers. Moreover, we had to stack those filthy, rat-infested snares they called chairs (which were covered in clumps of sticky, unsanitized, ancient, unpleasant, obscene, stale chewing gum) onto the lunch tables in the commons area(also known as the cafeteria). For lunch, we ate cold, soggy, out-of-date ham and cheese sandwiches. "It's time to put the choo-choo train in the tunnel." I told myself as I forced the sandwich of doom down my mouth. The ham and cheese sandwich tasted like a disturbing mixture of mayonnaise, sour cream, expired milk, rotten eggs, moldy cheese, deer meat, and hairy bologna that someone dropped on the filthy floor, picked up, and placed on a slice of bread (Personally, I think the meat in that sandwich is actually a mystery meat made to look like sliced ham). As I continued to eat the sandwich, I started seeing a swarm of wasps flying towards me. I ran to the restroom and vomited the food in the toilet. That food had to be expired. Furthermore, when we had gone to use the restrooms, we 'marched' in a single file line like we were in the military. Later on, we walked back to the commons area to take the wretched chairs back down from the tables after the underpaid janitors had cleaned up. Fortunately, I only had to serve four days of this somewhat depressing torture due to my good behavior. Anyways, that's just some of the stuff I've endured so far. But it's not the end of my troubles just yet. There is still more to come, and soon, some band members' lives will drastically change forever.