A/N: +Snores+ Bored in class… started writing a story… This first chapter is currently being typed in the library during first period P.E. We cannot do anything physical due to smoke and ash from the fires. +Cough cough+ Anyway, here’s my I’m-always-bored-in-class story.

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Something slunk around a corner in the shadows. The figure moved across the wall, and turned to check for followers. It’s sunglasses glinted in the light from the streetlamp. As it proceeded down the street, another figure came up the road and joined it, this one carrying a large bag.

“Got him?” Muttered the first figure.

“Of course I do,” Said the second. They continued to walk into a dirt yard next to them and sit with the bag behind a tree.

“Where is he?” Said the first figure.

“I don’t know, we should never have trusted him with the keys.”

“He’s not coming. He’s probably lost.”

“Keanu, stop being so pessimistic.”

“You should have trusted me.”

“I’m in charge, you know that, Keanu, so you’d better sto-“

Just then, someone tapped the second figure on the shoulder, causing him to jump and hit his head on the tree.

“FRENCH!” He yelled.

“I’m sorry, Elijah, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!”

“French, I thought you were a cop or something,” Panted Elijah.

“I told you,” Keanu muttered, sliding his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Life….” Elijah muttered. “Why me? Why them?”

“I-I’m sorry, Elijah,” Said French timidly.

“JUST OPEN THE BLEADING DOOR!”

French jumped at the sound of Elijah’s booming voice.  He opened the door a few steps away  as Keanu laughed and stood up.

“Come on,” Said Elijah, pushing French out of the way and dragging the bag into the house. “Better make this one cold and quick.”

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“Kamrin!” Cory panted, trying to keep up with her friend. “Don’t walk so fast!”

“Sorry, Cory, how I walk is how I walk.” Said Kamrin, pulling her black hair into a tighter bun.

“No, Core, please!” Zane, Kamrin and Cory’s best friend, begged as Cory jogged forward to Kamrin. “My asthma, guys! I’m gonna pass out! Stop, please!”

Kamrin giggled and stopped, just as Cory came up next to her.

“Sure, stop for the weasel.”

“I-“ Zane gasped between breaths. “Am not- a weasel.”

“Whatever you say, weasel.” Cory mumbled.

“Cory, I’m gonna kill you!” Fumed Zane.

“Woah,” Kamrin said. “Calm your orange head, Z.”

“My hair is not orange, don’t you understand? It’s red. Red, like our school color, get it? Red.”

“Well, mine’s chestnut, but everyone calls it brown.” Said Cory.

“That’s because it is brown!”

“And yours is orange!”

“And mine is black!” Kamrin intervened. “Let’s leave it at that.” And with that, they sped off down the track.

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“No,” Muttered Zane to the freshman saxophonist next to him. “Use your middle finger, not your pointer.”

“Freshmen,” Cory muttered, putting her reed on her clarinet. “They’re always so asking questions.”

“Core, we’re juniors. You should be used to it.” Said Kamrin.

“Because!”

“OK, OK. Just help the poor things. They’ve only been in high school for a week.”

“Why don’t you go help the freshmen flutes?”

“Julian is.”

“Then help Julian! Goodbye!” Cory laughed.

Kamrin grabbed her piccolo and joined her fellow player, Julian.

“They have any more questions, Jules?”

“Nope,” He said, “They’re doing quite well.”

“Good.” She said.

“YOU RED HEADED TOAD!” Came a shout from across the room.

“I am not a toad, Core.” Zane calmly said in the midst of the silence. “Besides, if I was, I would dye my hair a different color. The red would clash horridly with the green.”

The band class began to laugh as Cory angrily took her flipbook from Zane.

“They argue so much,” Julian  commented, picking up his piccolo.

“Yeah, but they know they’re best friends.” Said Kamrin, smiling and sounding off as the drum major called the band to attention. The freshmen looked very confused.

‘I love my life….’ Thought Kamrin.

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A/M: OK, so that’s all for now. It’s still first period, and I’m still bored. So, I’m gonna write the next chappie now.  Please review, flames will be used at Girl Scout Camp to make first class smores.