"Megan, I already told you. You're joining marching band. End of conversation."
"But Dad, what if I hate it?"
My dad sighed. "You're staying after school, you're going to marching band practice, you're learning that instrument. Got it?"
"Dad. How do I get that thing on the bus? It's huge and my bus is super crowded." I'd do anything to get out of going to this practice.
"Then I'll drive you to school. Now go to bed. You'll need the energy tomorrow." My dad hugged me and pushed me towards my bedroom.
"It can't need too much energy. It's just walking around playing music. Wow, so difficult." I rolled my eyes and got in bed.
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RandomMegan hated the idea of being in marching band. None of her friends were joining, so who was she supposed to hang out with at football games? She wouldn't be able to go to homecoming because of a stupid competition. Even worse, her dad was forcing h...
