In Eastbay homecoming was not just an event, it was a holiday. And as tradition would have it, I had unwillingly become the poster boy, the superstar. This was the one time of the year I didn't mind relinquishing my full title to Jack. As the day progressed, I was thrust into shots, band members trailed behind me—playing their instruments—and random strangers approached, shaking my hand. One, I was even sure, was actually someone’s mom. “We are just so proud of the pride and honor you and your teammates bring to this school. We know you are going to do so well and win this game. I know you’ll win for little Jimmy and remind us all what patriotism is all about.” I stood, feeling slightly uncomfortable and confused as the woman continued. “Oh, …show more content…
“Well, I was paraded in,” Justin beamed. “Excuse me, boys, you're too close to the lighting equipment. Can you move? Thank you,” came a voice belonging to a flamboyant, balding man. Obediently we moved a few steps away. “So did Jack make it here?” I muttered. “Other side of the room,” Justin's chin pointed. I now noticed Jack standing with chest puffed out and leaning against the wall. He looked like he was flirting with Jessica Tooke and Crissy Short who both appeared to be giggling uncomfortably. “So I guess you’re not his “Jare baby” anymore?” Justin said as if it was a question. “No,” I responded flatly. “I haven’t talked to him since the fight. We even try to avoid each other at practices. “Well, at least his cheek is healing nicely. Do you think he’ll get to play in homecoming?” “He’ll play. Just not for too long, I doubt if he’ll even get—” “Well surprise seeing you here,” Leena interrupted, sliding from out of the shadows with a sultry step. Beside her, Rachel stood as a bodyguard, with her arms crossed and her lips pursed into a smirk. “Well hello, Ms. Leena, Rachel,” Justin greeted. “See Rache. I told you I always liked him,” Leena giggled, motioning towards Justin. “He was always friendly and polite, unlike some people,” she threw me a smug
“Because he is going to get thrown at more often, and we are afraid it will upset you.”
“Yeah, I’ve known him since I was a little girl. He was a friend of my mother’s as well,” replied Cassi. She looked as if she had just seen a ghost. “Do you think he knows what’s going on?”
Instead, as this year’s drill captain, I will try to help the underclassmen understand the “pride, tradition, and courage,” of Tumwater High School the way that others have taught me in the past. My mind has changed considerably over the last three years that I have participated in drill. I know now that the most valuable prize is not the win, but the ride. It is the entire process leading up to the competition, and winning is simply an added bonus that you do not always receive. The prize is the pride you feel in a team despite the fact that we lost our district, state, and regional title in a single season. The prize is growing closer to each other through the losses and receiving those losses with dignity. After we went home from Regionals I wrote a poem for my team and this was the final
“For what it is worth, I do not hate Macey, I just do not like the way she takes you away from me.” Christopher said with a blushing face.
“I feel like we’ve been stalked,” Mark grumbled, adjusting his spectacles, “ I guess that’s the consequences of having some Prom King for a best friend,”
I fondly remember many things from my athletic and coaching career, but none so fondly as the 2008 Mid-season Classic. I feel privileged to have witnessed a group of young men overcoming obstacles on their way to achieving their goals. Best of all, everyone in attendance watched as a young man reminded us what sportsmanship is all about. In tough times since that day I remind myself that another great memory is always just around the corner; I just hope I’m in attendance when it
He frowns, "Yeah, he did. I guess I should have thought about asking him along."
"Oh he was just being aggravating. He said my pants are too tight." I said rolling my eyes. Just then Jedyn decided it was a good idea to pipe in.
“I heard you got a big knee injury last year,” she replied with a smirk
"They did well." She says when he stops a few steps behind her, allowing her some space. "Though I wish he were not so serious, it looks so unlike him."
This season was only the second year that I had been in marching band, even though we did do parades in middle school. The year before, I was selected to be drum major of the upcoming marching season. I was excited to meet the challenge of getting back to the state championships. It was also nerve-racking because I felt if we didn't make it to state, it would be my fault. To be truthful, later on I experienced both sentiments from some of the most influential, heart-warming, absolutely awesome friends that I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. This would be the year that our band would adopt its slogan, its mission statement: Band #1.
“Why do you think I like him?” I points at where the silver Jaeger have been seconds ago.
"Is there a problem?" His eyes rolled in annoyance. His hands were behind his back and he just stared into my eyes.
As we all waited in line to go into the concert there was a thrill of excitement in the air. I was standing there with two of my friends. when we saw a few other people we knew. " Hey, come over here!" I bellowed.
“What is wrong with me? You’re dating my brother. Why would you even care?” Reggie asked.