Chapter 3: Make ups and Break ups.
The chilly, November air filled my lungs as I walked down the sidewalk back to the school to get ready for marching band. I'm listening to my favorite band "Set It Off" and softly sing the lyrics. In my one hand, I had my camera and in the other, I had my bass.
Ever since I was 9, I've always carried a camera around. My real dad-David- introduced me to my first one. I've always kept it since even though I don't use it as much, but it hold many memories such as my first photo taken- my new shoes.
And for over a year, taking photos gives me hope of escaping this town and going everywhere I've always dreamed to go.
Chris hasn't spoke to me since my little "I'm not comfortable" attitude, but I'm not mad at myself. I may hate myself, but I respect my body.
The school eventually came into sight, so I pulled my ear buds out and turned my music off.
Before I walk into the band room, I felt a football smacking into my face and making me tumble back, dropping my camera.
"What the fuck?" I shouted, and realized who it was. And it was non only the famous douche bag, Brent.
He had a smirk plastered on his face which every girl adored. But I didn't.
He had a brown hair flip with bright blue eyes. And he makes it look ugly, honestly.
I raised my foot up and stomped, causing something to crunch under my foot.
My camera.
Fuck.
Picking up the pieces, I blew up.
"What the hell Brent?! This is my baby! My reason! What the hell is wrong with you!?"
He was a bit taken off from my sudden anger.
"Calm down, it's just a camera, not a nail," he said, laughing.
If Mrs. Ebling hadn't come in an sooner, his face would've gotten a makeover.
"What's going on? I heard shouting."
I explained what had happened and she forced him out while I picked up the pieces and threw them out. I mentally thanked myself for saving the photo of Nicolas from earlier onto my laptop earlier since I actually liked it a lot.
I take my phone out and put music back on while getting my things ready such as my uniform, bass, and such.
When that was done, I had time to kill, so I layed down with my feet against the wall, listening to Falling In Reverse.
When the song "I'm not a vampire" came on, I felt someone gently nudge my shoulder with their foot.
I turned my music off, sat up Indian and style, and saw that it was Chris.
He came down to my level and took a nice things of flowers out from behind his back.
"I'm sorry about earlier. I was a complete dick and should've not forced you to do something you're not comfortable with. Can you forgive me?" He spoked.
I took the flowers and inhailed their smell, then kissed his cheeks, giving him a yes.
He smiled.
Before we had to get on the field for our show, Chris and I talked with my marching band friends.
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The air was filled with cheers from the crowd after the marching band was done with the performance.
