It was so damn hot. I hated August terribly. And I knew that it was only hotter on the field for band camp. I groaned.

Then my cellphone rang. It was Sarah. “Hey!”
“Hey, you called me Dalton?”
“Yes, but I can’t talk that much because of band camp-”
“What? I call you to hear you’re not going to talk?”
“Well I have to-”
“What was the point in calling you.”
“I’m sorry you couldn’t get back to me until now Sarah! But I have to go now!”
“Fine!”
“Fine!”

click

As you can see, Sarah and I weren’t getting along all that much.

So I was quite the unhappy camper before band camp started. I glared at everyone in my path. I was so pissed at my girlfriend. And this wasn’t the first fight we’ve had.

I grumbled angrily with my arms crossed along my chest while listening to my iPod. There was nothing that could put me in a good mood right now.

Ok I lied…again. That flute player walking into the band room at that very moment was the only one that could put me in a good mood.