I was excited about the winter guard Dance Festival. A huge outdoor area surrounded by a forest a topped with the hugest tree you could possibly find. It just happened to be a Cherry Blossom which bloomed year round. There would be paper lanterns hanging all throughout the tree and buffet upon buffet of food. Also a small table of buttons everyone in color guard had made one lone Sunday. Just about everyone from the town and surrounding cities would come, wearing their best. Who wouldn't be excited? The veterans. The people who have done color guard before. The people who have gone through this year after year.
Kally: Last year Jay and I just kind of sat at a table and talked all day.
Me: That sounds boring.
K: We had to get up when we were yelled at to dance though.
M: You HAVE to dance?
K: Yeah. You'll be going through some training later today. We have to dance because we're the hosts and hostesses of the whole thing.
So later that day I walked with the rest of our small color guard over to Band Room, a somewhat large building on the outskirts of school. Color guard only had a small room in the larger area, but it was enough for all of our equipment. When I saw who was instructing us, my heart plummeted. Beatrice. I never had her as my color guard instructor, but I did have her when I went to basics camp, something everyone in color guard does every year. They teach you a few tosses and basically, the basics. She was enough then. I have a bit of a personality clash with her. So does everybody else know. Nobody likes her. She immediately strives to be on everybody's bad side, and then tries to whip unwilling people into shape because she's our instructor and we have to listen to her. She's the reason my friend, Karry, quit color guard, even though the only person more talented than her was her sister, Tira, who was a veteran. As soon as I saw that pale face trimmed with white blonde hair, I knew what Kally had said was right. This day was going to suck.