One day, there was a girl named Kyla, who lived in Michigan,was walking to her band class. She has band class every monday, wednesday, and friday, and kyla adored it. She loved the sounds of all of the instruments together. When she arrived she saw a piece of paper on the door that said, “WANT A FREE SCHOLARSHIP TO COLLEGE FOR BAND? AUDITION FOR IT PLAYING THE SONG WYNDHAM MARCH AT YOUR LOCAL BAND CLASS AT 5:00 PM ON SATURDAY.” Kyla thought this was a perfect opportunity for her life. As she walked into the band room she started practicing until the band director started directing. A Girl named Skylar noticed was song she was playing, and she wasn’t pleased about it either.
“Are you trying to audition for the free scholarship too? Skylar being
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“I’m going to help you by saying, you are not going to get a scholarship because I’m the best flute player. I’ve heard you play that ridiculous instrument and your bad at it. I may not know how to play, but you can’t play worth anything, so don’t waste your time. Plus, your clarinet sounds …show more content…
I want to quit band, but I don’t think my mom would let me. Ever since Kyla said that I can’t play, I haven’t felt the same. I mean… Forget what i just said.” Kyla babbled. She hadn’t talked about her feelings in a long time, so she absentmindedly talk about them.
“Kyla, you are going to try out for that scholarship no matter what anyone says. Forget about Skylar. If you know what is best, you’ll do this.” the band teacher remarked.
Kyla considered what her teacher said, so she grabbed her clarinet and started practicing. Then, the day of the audition struck. Kyla had her head held high, and a clarinet in her hand. She believed in herself again and she loved that feeling. When she got to her band class, she walked in her room and Skylar seen Kyla, and her smile wiped of her face faster than the speed of light. She walked up to Kyla and gave her a dead stare.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? I WANTED THIS SCHOLARSHIP VERY BADLY BUT YOU JUST HAD TO RUIN MY CHANCES HUH? Skylar yelled, but then she realized, she told Kyla that she was afraid of her.
“It’s okay, let’s call a truce and become friends.” Kyla spoke.
I’d like that.” Skylar
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“Well, I’m more sad than anything,” she replied. “I’m going to miss all of the freshman that we taught how to play.”
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