Sun and Ocean

Trace and I headed on to first hour, walking side by side. As we walked, I kept thinking of the dream I had last night. I see great fiery columns spiraling into the clouds as creatures flew through the flames and rocketed down to the earth picking up innocent people. Taking them back to the skies. It was like I was watching the end of the world. Great monsters of terror running around reeking havoc like no other.

"Rach? Rachel? RACHEL!!!" Trace yells. Snapping me back to reality. I realize that he is now stopped in front of me. Staring at me with those intense blue eyes. "Uh, yeah, what?", I ask. "I've been trying to get your attention for like 5 minutes!", He replies. I quickly glance around to realize that I walked right past the band room door. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asks caringly. " Yeah, my bad. It's just that nightmare keeps replaying in my head." I say. "Well we'll talk about it at lunch." He says reassuringly. "Good', I reply, 'Because I have a bad feeling about something that I can't quite put my finger on.". "Okay well, lets focus on band right now and deal with that later." Trace always has a way of fixing things. Whether its taking care of you when you are sick, or helping you with late work for a bunch of classes that is all due the next day. Or even helping when you have an emotional problem. I swear that when I got swine flu a few years back he didn't leave my house the whole time and I got better in like 2 days! "Ooooo!', he exclaims, 'We get a new piece of music for contest today!" I grin and follow him into the band room.

First hour is Mr. Janzen. A less than liked teacher. He can be nice enough but he is weird. I mean like mumble to himself, watch talking cat videos in the middle of class, chase parents cars... things of that nature. A couple of weeks ago, for instance, he printed off thirty copies of a picture of random people and left them on the copier. he saw them in our Algebra teachers room (she was being courteous), walked in, picked them up, set them down, got a weird expression on his face and hurried out. While our teacher just stood there staring at him like he was an idiot. Anyways, the music part is great, the teacher part, not so much.
I walked into instrument storage to get out my beautiful trumpet. The DM (drum major), well its more like MD (major dick), decided to walk up behind me and start rambling about summer band practice. Which is a stupid idea anyway because we are a small community. "Do you really think that that is necessary, being in a farming town with less than 500 people?", I ask.
"And even so, why are you talking to me you egotistical ilithios!" (Wait... what did I just say?) "Uhh but, well I just...", he fumbled and bumbled. He stormed out leaving me with a grin on my face. That is, until I realized what just happened. What did I just say? I thought I said idiot. But it clearly didn't sound like it. I shook it off and walked out of the storage room and into the main practice room. In there, I saw Zach (our 1st chair trumpet player) warming up his trumpet. Causing it to sing warm soft melodies. And Trace in the flute section (Well, he is our only flute player) going to town on his blue flute. The metal shining in the sunlight coming thought the glass door. I put my trumpet together as Mr. Janzen walks out of his office. I play a couple of quick scales and he jumps up onto the podium and class begins.

Notes

Second Chapter up!! I hope you enjoy! I will try to post a new chapter everyday or every other day is Rachel and I write them. She doesn't have an account on here so I have to type and post them.