Today was an average day in the Prayer Groove Middle School, but it was less average than the day before. Today was the day that the Prayer Groove Band went to the South Spoon school for an evaluation called Solo and Ensemble.
Alyssa had worked on her music every single day since she got it. She was doing a trio with a friend on the flute and Norah on the saxophone. They played the best ensemble within the woodwind section of the 7th-grade band. They were so good at the piece, in fact, their band director, Mr. Nichols, had them play for the 5th and 6th grade to encourage them to join the band. Alyssa also had a solo that was so easy, she hardly practiced it.
Everyone was on edge with nerves because of the fact that they had to play by themselves in a room with a stranger judging them.
After the last bell of the day rang, Alyssa hurried to the girls' bathroom to get out of her school clothes and into a dress and heals. She went into a stall, did the awkward in-a-small-space strip and hurried to get the dress out.
She slipped the over-sized heels on her tiny feet and shoved her inside-out clothes into her bag. She busted out of the stall and walked up to the mirror with red kiss prints on it. She put on some mascara and a necklace, put her hair down, put a belt around her waist, and click-clacked out of the bathroom.
She passed Mr. Kennedy in the hallway, who was aggressively flossing and screaming "You can take the kids, but you can't take my sense of dance, Karen!" Alyssa looked at the guy for a second, then decided to leave the building before he shot her.
She walked with difficulty on the rocks in her heels with her tons of stuff on her back but made it to the band room.
Walking into the band room, she was surprised to see that there were only a few people there. There was some long ass guy with a tuba, lisa stuffing her bra in the storage room, a grown man vaping outside, and sawyer.
"Where is everyone?" Alyssa asked sawyer.
He stopped playing with himself and looked up at her.
"They all walked to Sonic."
He then fell backward and busted his head open on the piano.
"Oh goddamit." The long tuba guy said as he wiped the blood off his pants. He walked over to sawyers lifeless bloody form, picked him up, and put his body in the large trash can in the corner of the band room. Lisa banged around in the storage room and then stomped out wearing 18-inch heels and a blue wig. When no one looked at her, she moaned loudly and aggressively to get everyone's attention.
"What are you looking at?" she said, then stomped out of the band room.
The tuba guy put his tuba away and turned into a horse. He galloped towards the vaping man, letting him on his back, and raced off toward the high school because the man needed to help dumb kids learn algebra.
Alyssa was alone. She had her clarinet put together, a chair and a stand with her music on it ready to practice. She didn't play at all because she realized that Mr. Ferguson was still in his office. Because she didn't play, he seemed to believe that he was alone too.
Alyssa sat in her chair awkwardly. Mr. Ferguson burped out loud. Alyssa turned white. That was funny for a split second until she realized that she now had to hide from him. Then he farted. Loudly. Then again. Alyssa heard a grunt, then silence, then Mr. Ferguson shit aggressively all over his brand new white shirt. He sprayed some Febreze and continued working on whatever it is he does all day. Then there was a knock at the door...
Mr. Nichols strolled into the band room with a little bit of hesitance, then ask Mr. Ferguson in a whisper "Are we alone?" Mr. Ferguson nodded, grinned, and dipped Mr. Nichols into a long kiss.
Alyssa was about to have a stroke. She remained silent and behind the rows of stands in the far corner of the room. Her first instinct was to conceal herself further by hiding in the nearby storage room, but she couldn't move.
She heard something ripping so she stole another peek at what was happening. Through the window of Mr. Ferguson office, she saw that Mr. Nichols was sitting on his desk, Mr. Ferguson standing in between his legs and intensely making out. The ripping noise was just the sound of oxygen releasing from the sawyers blood-filling lungs. Mr. Nichols started unbuttoning his Hawaiian print shirt and threw across the band room. It landed on the drumset. Mr. Ferguson unbuttoned the fly of his pants and pulled them down his legs. Then he took off his leopard print panties while Mr. Nichols unbuttoned his own jeans. Mr. Nichol's glasses fell off his face when he saw the monstrous size of Mr. Ferguson's fat pp.
"I'm not getting my ass ripped again, Michael." Mr. Nichols said.
Mr. Ferguson put both hands on the sides of Mr. Nichol's face. "I know baby. But, we can always take more time to get you ready for it. Besides, you want to please me, don't you?" Mr. Ferguson frowned playfully. "Well, alright. Just take more time on me. I don't want a repeat of what happened last time." Mr. Nichols said keeping his eyes on Mr. Ferguson's long shlong.
Sitting still as a board and white as a ghost, Alyssa listened to the whole thing. They were both screaming at the top of their lungs. Bloody murder screaming. 9/11 screaming. She was surprised no one from the school was coming in there to check out the noise. And it was like they were taking turns. "AAA" "AAA" "AAA" "AAA". "oH yeS miCHAel iN My aSs!" The thumping and banging were so loud, she thought they were going to break the desk. Mr. Ferguson would have to replace his whole desk. Then Alyssa realized something. They would get in so much trouble if she told someone. She could sue them and get $$$. This gave her confidence, so she crawled from her hiding place and walked toward the entrance door closest to Mr. Ferguson's office. She hid behind the small bit of wall that wasn't a window. She leaned to peek in. Mr. Ferguson was now putting reeds in Mr. Nichols' ass as he did a handstand. Then Mr. Nichols stood up and jizzed everywhere. It got all over Mr. Ferguson's clean pants on the floor, so Mr. Nichols bent down to pick them up and he poured McDonald's coffee on the pants to clean off the stains. Then he poured the rest of the coffee on Mr. Ferguson's dick. Then, out of nowhere, Mr. Ferguson hollered.
Alyssa was glad she stood where she was, it was an easy escape, and she knew all of the hiding places outside. If she had to, she would bolt. She saw that Mr. Ferguson hollered because Mr. Nichols' went and shoved a whole ass dollar general Dora the Explorer umbrella up Mr. Ferguson's ass.
Suddenly, there was the nearby chatter of kids walking back from Sonic. Mr Ferguson and Mr Nichols shot up from the desk and ran to get their clothes back on. Alyssa took one look at mr. Nichols face and realized what deep shit they would all be in if they were caught fucking. Alyssa took a chance.
She threw open the door and charged towards the upcoming teens. A few girls shrieked and a few boys were like "wtf" but Alyssa stops right before she collided with anyone. "GUYS, DO NOT GO IN THERE" she said seriously. The others looked at her in curiosity. "THERES- uh um there's- JAMES CHARLES IS IN THE BAND ROOM". Everyone screamed and ran for safety. Alyssa looked back at the door and saw that both teachers were fully clothed and wiping jizz out of the ceiling with a long mop. "Jk lol he's gone." Everyone else sighed in relief and picked up their union rings on their way to the band room. Alyssa was the first to walk into the room. She looked around and everything looked normal. Mr Ferguson was at his desk minding his own business and mr Nichols fell out of the drywall ceiling and onto the drum set. Everyone else walked in and started about with chatter and their own business.
(Camera zooms in on mr Ferguson sitting at his desk and he winks)
The end
