Marimba

Marimba

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Back in my Freshman year, in English I, we were told to write a poem about an inanimate object that we can relate to. A lot of us didn't know what the heck she meant. It sounded really stupid. But we gave it shot anyway. She showed us a few examples of what do and what not to do........It took a few tries to get it the way I wanted. Since I was in band at the time, I chose to do mine about one of my instruments. This piece was my 'gate-way' piece. (not the best reference, but ya'll get what I'm saying. I hope.) Well this was my first real piece. So I hope ya'll like it. I left it as is. So if there is anything wrong with it, oh well. I was a freshman and was horrible at writing. Suck it up and deal with it. Luv ya'll so much. Thank You. The cover for this poem is of me my Freshman year in Marching Band :) One time at Band Camp.......( fill in with your own. Our director was too lazy for it to actually be considered 'Camp'. )
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"And why is it you don't want to work with anyone in the band?" "I don't like anyone." I said simply. "And that is the point of doing this group activity. But now let me ask you two questions. One, Why do you put up with band if you don't like anyone? And Two, Why don't you like anyone else?" Ms. Emma asked me, leaning a bit forward in her seat meaning she expects an answer from me. "I put up with band because I love my grandma and she was always telling me to be a trumpet. She died about a year ago and I just want to honor her memory" I say looking down. "I'm so sorry Jace." Ms. Emma says, and I look up to see an emotion I hate. Empathy. I don't want her sympathy. So I changed the topic and answered the second question. "And I don't like the band because they all like her. The weirdo. She's always happy, always talking with everyone as if they are the most special person in the world, she's happy about playing more music than any of us needs to. She's so weird that it's like she's popular. She's not normal, not right. All I want to say is pair me up with anyone but her. I hate her, Ms. Emma." Ms. Emma just looks at me like I am the weird one. "And who, pray tell, is that Jace?" I was a little shocked she didn't know. Or maybe she did and she wanted to hear me say it. So I said her name just to make her happy. "Astrid." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jace Vaughn hates Astrid. All because she is weird. Or maybe he is jealous because of how "easy" her life seems to be. He's always getting bullied by his supposed loved ones, and his favorite person in the world left him unwillingly. When a band project and a few mean words make Jace and Astrid's fates intertwine, can Jace forget his hate and learn to be friends with a musically nerdy girl? and maybe, just maybe, can he learn to love again?

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