Okay...well I’ve decided to be totally random and write a story about the kingdom of marching band...because I can. And I have no life. Ok fine, it’s still kinda sorta a love story...but not as much. And mainly because it bugs me that people who write this kind of stuff don’t do it right...so Ari, I know you’re gonna hate this so don’t even bother reading it. Anyway...here goes my first completely random story!! Yay!!

Chapter 1: Enemies

Taylor walked into her refuge early Monday morning. Ah yes, the band room was a safe haven for band dorks everywhere. Taylor always got there around 7:25 or so, just for the heck of it. Band was her first period anyway. It was a great morning. She was on top of her own little world. Taylor loved band at Bronte High. She was loved by everyone for some reason and considered equal to a senior...even though she was only a freshman. She was the woodwind princess (figuratively speaking of course) and the golden girl of the band. The only thing that she didn’t enjoy about being there early was the other people who got there early. Namely, the people that antagonized her the most...Jack and Andy. They were juniors who played trombone and enjoyed torturing the poor freshman...but only because she could hold her own against them. And because she played the bass clarinet...woodwinds vs. brass type thing. Jack was the mastermind and the one who she disliked the most. He was also the brass prince. The brass followed him slavishly because there was no one else so evil and commanding. These two “rulers” had fight after fight and no one gained or lost ground, except on special occasions.

That particular morning, Taylor decided to ignore the two idiots that were the banes of her existence. She sat down and started reading The Hobbit, which was her assigned reading for those nine weeks. Jack and Andy of course, couldn’t leave her alone.

“Hey, Andy?” Jack asked his friend.

“Why yes, Jack?”

“Do you think short people read books about even shorter people to make themselves feel better?” Jack asked to get on her nerves. They knew she hated being called short.

“Just ignore them, just ignore them,” Taylor thought desperately to herself.

“Well gee Jack, I don’t know. Let’s go ask one. Hey, Taylor? Is that true?” Andy feigned curiosity.

Taylor was by no means short, she was 5’4. Unfortunately for her, her tormentors were about 5’10 and 6’1. The boys never failed to use this to get her riled up. She couldn’t take it anymore.

“Well gee, I don’t know Andy! Is it true that when trombone players figure out that they’ll never have a girlfriend they start torturing someone else’s girlfriend?” Ok, in reality, Taylor didn’t have a boyfriend at the moment...but Dumb and Dumber as she called them, didn’t know that.

Jack and Andy chose to ignore the insult directed at them and started again.

“Woohoo! The shrimp has a boyfriend?! I find that hard to believe!” said Jack.

“Well generally speaking, when someone’s never had a girlfriend, it’s hard for them to believe anyone else could,” Taylor shot back sweetly.

“Ooooo! She burned you, man!” Andy hooted, rolling on the ground with laughter. Jack was glaring at her so hard that she was afraid his eyes might fall out.

Taylor now directed her attention to the other idiot who made her life miserable.

“Well, Andy, at least you have a relationship. Healthy obsession is good you know.”

“What relationship? He has a relationship?” asked a confused Jack, knowing this was gonna be good.

“Well, it would be healthy for Andy to be obsessed with himself... if he lived in the Narcissistic society he would like to. It’s really too bad that he’s an egotistical jerk,” Taylor fired.

Andy stopped laughing. Right on target.

“Alright then miss smarty pants. If you want to play dirty, you got dirty. I suggest a game of Dare,” Jack, the ever-conniving one suggested.

Carly, one of Taylor’s best friends who was a freshman clarinetist walked in the door.

“Oh gee, I’d love to guys, but unfortunately intelligent conversation just showed up and I really can’t be wasting my time talking to egotistical, chauvinistic, supercilious, pompous, overrated, evil, sick, twisted, trombone playing morons like you. So if you’ll excuse me, ta ta.”

Taylor walked off with Carly, leaving the two guys utterly confused.

“Damnit! I don’t know what half those words mean and I’m two years older than her!” Andy complained.

“Oh don’t worry. She went too far this time. We’ll get her back. She’ll be sorry she messed with us...again.”

“We kind of started it...”Andy observed.

“Shut up, Andy,” Jack ordered. They went back to their brooding until class started.

Ok...that was just the beginning...like...lead up...prologue...whatever you want to call it. It’s just to give you an idea of how much they can’t stand each other. Anyway...the actual story will start in Chapter 2. I’m just a’warnin ya. It’s gonna be...weird. Like...way out. I’m just feeling random so I’m allowed to do that. Anyway...R&R!