I don't really feel like writing up an interesting intro right now, so I won't.
I mean, all the English teachers I've ever had would argue with me for hours about how a story should start with "an surprise", or a "misleading statement" or setting description or character exposition or this or that or whatever. Ugh. I'm so done with that. But I'll do a little bit of setting. And a tiny bit of character. Because now I feel bad for ignoring what Mrs. Thomson and Miss Madison and Mr. Lee all said. Ugh.
So the description of this, uh, history novel, pretty much says all that I really want to say. And now that I say that, "history novel" sounds way too classy for me. It's more of a Journal, except it's much more interesting than my sister's journal. Oh wait. That's a diary. But I swear. I'm never flipping through that thing again. Pages after pages of just "Brad". Brad this, Brad that. God, she needs to get herself a life. Unlike her, I have one. It's called "hockey". Not ice hockey, no, that's for people who have balance. Not me. And not field hockey. Hah. Nope! Just plain old good old street hockey. My Mom to get me to sign up for a serious league somewhere, but honestly, where's the fun in that? I'm sticking (ha, get it?) where I am. Right where you can jab someone in the hip or curse a bit when your foot is stepped on, and all anybody ever does is laugh and smile.
Of course, I'm not one of those people that spends all their time working on technique and physique and all those other things that end in eek. No, I spend time trying to keep my grades up and my smile on and the creeps away and all that good stuff. Oh, of course. I take band. Which, I guess, is the point of this story(???). I'm not actually sure yet. I'm just writing as it goes. So, we'll see. For now, I'm just going to say, this is not a story about of my mom going to jail or my teachers all dying spontaneously, mostly because I don't know what's going to be happening in the next however long! And so I now possibly temporarily give it the subject of 2 bandgeeks!
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The Tale of Two Bandgeeks
Roman pour AdolescentsI don't know how they met, but I don't really think anybody else knows either. They've just been together for, I guess... always? Like, the Earth or the Sun or Mr. Allhei. They've just always been a thing. Oh, no, I don't mean THAT kind of thing! I'...
