Today we had a concert. Cory wasn’t listening to me, like usual. We all knew he was just jealous that a freshman beat him out for first chair. I played percussion, first chair. He played percussion, too, last chair.

“Cory, can you come help? Everyone’s suppose to.” I asked on my way back for the third time to get stuff.

“Nah. I don’t give a damn.” He said.

“But, Cory.. everyone is suppose to help.” I said.

“I don’t care.” He restated.

“I guess that’s why you got last chair.” I shot back.

“No. I’ll tell you why I got last chair. It’s because Duby is a dick and likes playing practical jokes. That’s why.” He said to me.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” I said smiling.

“Screw you, Amber.” He said.

“Real mature Cory!” I said as I took off down the hallway again with Sarah.