<Dani’s POV>
“BEEP BEEP!” screeched my alarm clock. I reached over to my bedside table sleepily and switched it off. I blinked open my eyes only to see the time 5:30 shinning into my eyes. It was five thirty am, on a Monday. “I hate Mondays.” I muttered darkly throwing off the covers and sliding out of bed. I grabbed a towel and headed to my bathroom to get ready for my day.
What you ask was I doing up at five thirty am? Today is the first day of band camp! I, Danielle, am a proud member of the Cuthbertson Marching Band!
Well I am technically part of the marching band. I am one of twenty three color guard members. What is color guard you ask? It involves flags, rifles, sabers, and dance. If you want a better definition, Google it yourself.
By now I was ready for band camp. I was wearing my color guard t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts with my hair thrown back into a ponytail. I trotted down the stairs and popped some bread into the toaster.
“Oh good, you’re up.” Said mom walking into the kitchen. I swear I jumped ten feet in the air. “Don’t do that!” I exclaimed. “sorry.” she replied. “Ding” went the toaster. I took out the toast and slathered it with jelly. “OK let’s go!” said mom.
I grabbed my shoes and walked outside slamming the door behind me. I cleared the front porch steps with a huge jump and jogged to the car. “Let’s go to band camp!” I exclaimed shutting the car door.
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How I survived the Marching Band
HumorI am Danielle Wimberly a.k.a. Dani, and this is how I survived the Marching Band. It all started with band camp which led to passing out, tons of fun, and also alot of drama. After Marching band you are never the same.
