I hit snooze on my alarm, while I tossed over to look out the window. It was early, and it was still summer. It was 6:00 am, July 26th, and it was Westmount High’s departure day for band camp.
I somehow managed to drag my lazy butt out of bed, and slumped down the stairs. My mom was already in the kitchen making a fresh cup of coffee.
“Did you sleep well Leah?” She inquired.
“Yeah, great.” I lied.
I poured some cereal and milk and ate but didn’t taste my breakfast.
Once I was all packed and ready, we headed up to the school.
When we got there I said goodbye to my mom and went to put my stuff in the truck.
I walked into the band room and saw my squad leader Kylie standing by the rest of the bass line. It hit me hard right then, the reason why I was in such a sour mood. She’s a senior, she’s leaving next year. Nothing’s going to be the same.