It's Not What You Think

Chapter 2: School

Well, anyways, as I arrived at school I was starting to see some people, arriving at school, with their Burberry hand bag, or their Louis Vuitton suitcases to their classes. I sprint into the band room and I practically threw everything I have in my cubbyhole, except my baritone case. I take out my sheet music and baritone from the case and sat on my seat and put my music onto the stand.

“You're late,” Luke said, “Carry and Jasmine isn't to happy about this either.”

I nodded, waiting for the worst from my BBFL, (best buds for life) to do their worst.

Luke, is this boy, who's Caucasian and he has gray eyes. He's this type of boy who's camera ready-which he is-face and his lopsided smile. He also has this BJBH(Blonde Justin Beiber hairdo), plays baseball, which girls just fall for. I know, he's a perfect guy, but he's one of my best friend, no way risking the friendship. His dad is from BP, which explains him being here.

Carry, also Caucasian, who's from Sweden or something. She also have stunning icy-blue eyes, and she's tall. She's really pretty, but no one takes note of her because she wears these ugly-out-of-date Versace glasses, which are so thick. Her mom and dad owns Pilates, the original.

Jasmine is Indian, not Native American, but Indian, Indian. She's from Bombay, and her mom's a retired Miss India, and her dad works as a doctor/engineer, I know, he does everything. She's got the beauty from her mom, and the tallness and the brains from her dad. Well, her mom is very smart to. She's an genius, exotic beauty.

And then there's me. Avalon Lee. American-Vietnamese girl, living in Winchester, New York, originally born in a little town called Talbert, California. My dad landed a job here and eventually owning the company he worked for. I have a natural tan all year round except on my feet, because I wear sneakers most of the time, if no one catches me wearing it through P.E.I have a very long, thick, black hair, which a lot of people like to have, but I just put it in a high ponytail, so it doesn't get in the way. I also have glasses, but stylish Dolce & Gabanna glasses.

Anyways, Luke also plays baritone, and looks at me while I drop my mouthpiece on the floor. I put it back into the appropriate spot and I accidentally breathe in the stale, rusty, air from the brass baritone. I choked, and held back a sneeze. Luke laughed. I gave him a dirty look, but he kept on laughing. I smacked playfully on his shoulder, and he eventually quieted down.

I asked, “Where's Carry and Jasmine?” eying the empty seats.

“They're with Mr. Dwight to get new sheet music from Star Wars.” Luke answered.

I chuckled. The whole BBFL group is now Star Wars oriented because John Williams visited our band last year. I know, it's epic.

I started to play the only song I know from Star Wars, is “Imperial of the March” As I played the song, I looked at the corner of my eyes, and saw egad! Mackenzie. With a brand new clarinet, she looked around for someone and eyed me and Luke. She winked at Luke and gave me an icy stare. The good thing I played the song just in time.

Mackenzie is a brown haired girl, who is supposedly the “popular girl” of the school. She has dark, blue eyes, and a clear complexion. She looks like she just stepped out of Teen Vogue or Cosmogirl. I bet inside that perfect girl, there's Satan, waiting for someone to question anything she does.

Carry and Jasmine exploded from the door, hitting Mackenzie from the back.

They yelled, “Yay! We're going to play the 'Arena'!”

“Watch it!” Mackenzie shrieked, “I just got this clarinet!”

“Why are you here Mackenzie?” Carry and Jasmine asked in unison.

“Because I want to do something for a change.” Mackenzie said.

“Really, a girl, who just does nothing but looks herself in the mirror, and then out of no where, wants to join band.” I said.

She again gave me the icy stare.

“Hey Skywalker, (what Carry, Jasmine, and I call him, as in Luke Skywalker) want to keep playing 'Imperial of the March'?” I asked him.

“Sure, but loud, with enthusiasm.” Luke said.

Mackenzie threw her brand new clarinet onto the ground and breaking it in disgust.

There were silence. There is one number one rule in Mr. Dwight's band class: never take out anger on your instrument. I know it's a stupid rule and hard to understand, but this time, it made sense. Mr. Dwight suddenly walked in and saw the mess and dropped the Star Wars copies on the ground in surprise.

“Who made this mess?!?!?!?!” Mr. Dwight yelled, shaking in anger.

“It was Avalon's fault!” Mackenzie said, pointing at me.

I gasp. “That's nawt true!! She threw it on the ground!”

I looked around for witnesses, but they were in silence for they feared Mackenzie might explode on them.

“Is anyone is going to vouch for Avalon's innocence?” Mr. Dwight asked.

Luke, Carry, and Jasmine raised their hands. “Mr. Dwight, I would like to say, that it wasn't Avalon's fault, it was Mackenzie.” Luke said.

“I know that you are friends, but there is no real evidence to what or who did it. But today Avalon and Mackenzie, after school would serve detention.” Mr. Dwight said reluctantly.

“But Mr. Dwight, please don't give me detention, please, I swear on my grandfather's grave, that it wasn't me!” I pleaded. I even knelt down on my knees, which I never do, except in dire need, like now.

Mr. Dwight sighed, and whispered to me, “I know that, but Mackenzie's father wouldn't let me give her detention as long another person is with her.”

I sighed, and said, “ Can it not be counted on my records?”

“Yes, it won't, I promise.” He said.

I went back into my seat and saw Mackenzie's smirk from across the room. She then sauntered out of the band room. Suddenly, I felt a nudge. I looked, and it's Luke.

“Thanks for trying to stand up for me, Skywalker.” I said.

“I guess, but you still got the detention.” Luke said.

“Yeah...oh, Avalon!”Carry and Jasmine said suddenly.

“Yes, Carry and Jasmine?” I said.

They both smacked me.

“What?!?!?” I yelled.

“That's for being late.”