Offical Guide To: Surviving in a world full of idiotic morons

Lord Jesus Christ take me away

When Joshua was a kid, maybe eleven or twelve, his mom and dad bought him a cheap clarinet off a man from the flee market. They shoved him into the mediocre band program, and into a room that was too hot and smelly, and wished him good luck.

That's his introduction into the Band Life. Honestly, he isn't too surprise he wished for bitter death at the tender age of eleven.

His music director, a married man who loses more hair to stress than a actress, was kind and more southern with a modern taste. He bought all the instruments from his own pocket, from flutes to trombones, and tried to show him how to play.

He sucked.

He broke some of the most important things not to do, and didn't even know how to play the most basic notes. He ate while playing, the hot cheeto dust clogging the clarinet, and he even wonders why there was mold in the reed.

This brings him to the bare-bone room he is currently occupying.

Staring at the music sheet, he wonders how he got himself in this situation. He is suppose to be in New Orleans, eating some delicuous chiken nuggets, and shit-talking to his friends. Maybe finally get a job at that gas station close to the school, and how his friends teased him of how  they'll finally drive there.

Shifting in his bed, he breathes in, trying to undo the knot of nerves in his chest. Josh blinks away the tears that glass over his eyes.

He sighs, this is fucking dumb. Why is he here?

He wanted to go over some music, bringing the home memories from the south, but now all he wants to do is walk around. This room is too small, and too bare, washing a claustrophobic feeling over him.

"Hey ma! I'll be in the yard!" She made no noise from her office across the hall, he could still see the lights on and the faint music under the door.

She was writing again.

Why does he even bother?

Hell, even the air here is different! Logically, that's obvious, he's in the northwest and of course the air is different.

But home the air is always warm, and your hair is always fizzy from it. That's why you're always stuck inside.

But here, the air is cold and bitter, it's like winter! But now the night passes and the morning left behind the sunny weather. This should be nice, Brian said how lucky he is that he could finally have nice weather.

He misses Brian. That bastard.

Maybe they'll buried him under this oak tree, with his tomb saying "God bless this stupid soul" and his ashes spread over the Mississippi river.

Joshua leans against the bark of the old tree, his pants brushing against the dirt and grass, and wonders how hell survive this.

                             ______

Ashley knew this new kid was the hot topic of the moms of the neighbourhood, but its a surprise even her gossip-hating father was talking about him.

Was he from New York, maybe he was from Alabama? No, maybe ---

"Ashley please pay attention, I'm not trying to die." The boy whined, as he brings the wood over his head.

"Shit! --sorry, I'm sorry!" Ashley quickly rushes to help him with the heavy wood the poor guy had to hold over his head.

"Why did you have to backtalk back? I didn't want to spend my day moving around wood!"

A flash of hot annoyance shot through her chest, and she snaps her head high. "It's not my fault that that dumbs-for-brains doesn't know what manners are!"

Her brother simply sighed, stretching his arms above his head. He doesn't want to even begin with her again, she'll just make some excuse and maybe own up to it. Jesus, he loves his baby sister, but Lord Jesus Christ take him away.

His mom was off to work, leaving behind their two teenager children with a stepfather they did not like. A classic recipe for disaster.

When Jax looks at his sister, who is struggling with a piece of wood, he wonders how they'll survive the school year.