(Picture of Kevin Argentina and Angel Krauss on the side.)
Monday: August 26, 2013
Clyde Malroy P.O.V.
After finally leaving trigonometry with Viola, who had the same class as I did, we head towards our next period on our schedule. Ensemble orchestra was our next destination. I’m not one to show excitement to anyone (or at all) but deep down, I’m jumping on the roof of my head. Ensemble is my favorite thing in the world and being a bass player, I really get to enjoy the sensation of playing louder than anyone else in the orchestra. A sense of self pride if you will.
“Hey, Clyde, are you ready to rock the school this year in ensemble?”
I gave her a light smile and nodded my head to her question.
Viola stopped abruptly and yanked my arm.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Answer my question with words or I’m not letting go!”
Typical, she’s just like Rig. They seem to always be irritated by the lack of vocal responses I give to people. I could have lost an arm with her yanking me like that. It’s like she has the strength of a thousand gorillas.
God, now I’m sounding like Rig… Complaining and all…
“Yes, I’m ready.” I groaned.
She gave a consented nod and let my arm free. At that moment, my phone started vibrating. I pulled it out to find a text.
“Who’s it from?”
Viola leaned over to see my screen.
Kevin: {We’re in school right now going to our 3rd period class ;) }
Well it wasn’t like the response was late or anything… Then another text came through.
Angel: {Hey buddy I’m right behind you!}
I checked behind me to see if Angel was there. Turns out he really wasn’t and sent me another text.
Angel: {Lol made you look didn’t I?}
Now I was getting annoyed.
“Aw, that’s so mean of him!” Viola said with her head popping in from behind me.
I just shrugged at that.
“That’s like them. Anyways, we should head over to-“
I was cut off by another text sent to my phone.
Rowan: {Hey, sorry I didn’t reply to your text sooner. Phone was off. So yeah I’m at the school and all if you’re wondering.}
Now I’m pissed.
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We went inside the music room and on the soapbox we have our music instructor, Mrs. Heather, the same instructor from last year welcoming us with warm smiles.
Mrs. Heather is a short woman, about 5’5 in height, with brunette hair that’s constantly in a ponytail, olive skin, and looks to be a college student; despite being in her early 30’s. Overall, she’s a nice lady
We found a seat in this marble white room by the piano where the cello sections are.
“It looks like we have Mrs. Heather again this year.” Viola pointed out.
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Avarice
Teen FictionFacing high school the best they can; Rigby Gavin and Clyde Malroy, along with their friends of Looney Dews, face their junior years as best they can to make it a breeze. But their rivals aren't gonna make it any easier for them after a horrible cat...
