Inside the mind of a randm teenage girl

Waiting

Dear reader,

Waiting.

That's the hardest thing anybody ever does. We have to wait for things to happen and be ready for the outcome. Right at that moment that waiting will either kill you slowly with anticipation and worry or lift you up with confidence.

In this moment a band waits for their scores at Area. They grab each others hands and talk about nonsense and useless things just to make the wait a bit more bearable. They all look at each other and just smile with hopeful looks. They did their best, in that moment, and they have a chance to make it in the top ten.

Then the announcer comes on and starts saying names. Everything goes quite while other bands cheer as their names are called out. Hands start to shake as eyes fill with unshed tears. Now the last names are being called out and everyone just holds their breath. Everything in that moment is excruciating. From the tightness in chests to clasped hands cutting off circulation. The last name is called and it rings in their ears for the rest of the instructions given to the bands. People in that band start to cry while others are just their waiting for the unforgiving name of their band. A freshman asks 'what just happened?' And the sophomore replies with an I don't know. They look around and see the sad faces of others and realization doesn't click in their heads until fifteen seconds later.

The freshman. A girl. Turns to the two closest people to her and hugs them. She doesn't cry but comforts her friend while hugging her other friends so she wont cry. In that moment everyone breaks and just accepts the comfort given to them.

Everyone walks solemnly to the bus and sit down. Everyone is crying. Seniors and Juniors defeated with the way things have turned out once again. Sophomores comforting the upper class men. Freshman apologizing to the upper class men for not getting them to the finals or state. They cry while they say this.

I was apart of this. I was that freshman and i may still have another chance at state, but my upper class men don't and I will push myself to make state next time just for them.

That day was the day i just wished it went better then we had marched. It wasn't a bad show but we have done better and we lower class men will get to state the next time for those two years worth of students who didn't make it to state.

That show I added is very important to me. Its the first marching season for me. We may have not made it but hell we tried and thats all we could do.

Until next time my lovely reader...