Prologue
"Hey guys, are you going to band camp next week?" I called my friends to ask if I would see them at band camp. It was the middle of the summer and I couldn't wait to see them. Plus, I had some presents for them from my recent travels.
"Oh my God, yes I am! I'm so excited!!!" I got as a response from all my band geek friends.
You see, at my school the music department is very much like a family. No one argues, we all, for the most part, get along.
"I hope we don't do too much marching," I complain,"It really tires my knee out."
"Stop complaining you flutist," my friend, that is a percussionist, demanded.
Me and my friend have been friends since 2nd grade. People get us mixed up all the time.
"You're going to learn to love marching, you know it!" my friend, Rob said.
Rob and I are like brothers and sisters. He's a senior so he's been giving me advice about the high school since I start there in the fall. He and my friend Grace have been flirting for a while.
I'm excited to start at the high school. It means being in the music department that is like a big family!
"I got to go guys. My mom wants me to come with her to run some errands. Let's oovoo when I get home. Talk to you guys later!" I said into the phone.
"Bye!" "Adios." "Call me when you get home." I always got mixed responses when getting off the phone.
"Come on Julie! We have to leave!" my mom called from the bottom of the stairs.
"I'm coming mom! Just give me a second to shut down my compu-HOLY SHIT!" I yelled.
"I thought I told you not to use that language!" my mother yelled back to me.
"Sorry mom. I just saw something on Facebook that made me jump. Don't worry, I'm shutting down now. Go get in the car. I'm coming
