Pool of My Blood

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is the story of a girl who comes to a new school and finds her closest friends/family, can tear her down.

 

Due West, South Carolina

The story of one of its band members.

By Jessica Culbreth

 

“The only image I could see was the band room floor. I only heard what they said, even when the room was empty. A smile had not embedded my face since I went under their spell. I let them win the better part of me and bring out the darkness.  Now I am free.”

 

“Mom why did we have to move across the entire country? I hate this stupid state!” I was angry with my mother, Lily, for moving the family from Washington State to South Carolina. “You know, I could’ve stayed in Washington.”

Lily rolled her eyes, “Yes, maybe for a day, until you called crying for me to send you out here. Now, get ready. You don’t wanna be late for school.” I ran to my room to get ready for my first day at school in South Carolina.

I walked to my truck, confident that I would live through the day. As I pulled into the school, I saw cheerleader skirts and football jerseys galore. “Ugh!” I glance at the trumpet case beside me, reminded me that I would never fit in as a band nerd.

“Hi, I’m Katy! But everyone calls me Blare. Who are you?” Blare was jumping up and down in her little cheerleader skirt, making my skin crawl as some jocks took a good long look.

“Kori.” I made my greeting as short as possible, trying to make an escape from the bouncy cheerleader. Seeing as I couldn’t I said, “I just moved here. Could you show me around?” Blare nodded excitedly and we took off towards the school and what seemed to be the worst time I’ve ever had while not in a class.

Blare kept jumping, showing certain individuals two little cheeks, while she showed me around the school. I sighed in relief after we reached our last destination, “This is the cafeteria and the gym is two doors down. Well that’s the whole school. I’ll see you around.”

Blare stopped her bouncing momentarily to wave me good-bye but stopped as soon as I said, “Wait, where is the band room?” The frightening look Blare shot me told me I had made a wrong move. Her face was mixed with sympathy, regret, and anger.

“Go ask the people in the office.” She stormed off, leaving me with a very confused face.

 

“Hi, how may I help you?” The principle, Mrs. Granger, seemed friendly at first, making me trust her completely.

“I just wanted to know where the band room is.” My voice was shy and weak and I blushed at my imperfection.

Mrs. Granger’s smile flipped and stayed that way as she said, “I’ll get some to come and get you.” She hit the button on the intercom, “Please send a higher up band member to the office. We have a new student that needs to be transferred.” After she made the announcement, I was sent to wait in the anteroom of the school.

I sat and waited, thinking over the day’s events so far: A bouncing Blare and an untrustworthy principle. The day was great as far as people go. When the door opened, my reflexes sat me up as I was snagged by another student. The kid dragged me to the outskirts of the campus. He finally let me go as we got to an isolated building next to a wide open field. My fellow band member, I assumed anyway, led me into the building and introduced me to the director.

I held my hand out to shake hers and said, “Hi, I’m…”

The next thing I knew my arm was being vigorously shaken and the teacher was saying, “I know who you are. I’m Ms. Howard, the best band director in South Carolina and you are the best young trumpet player in this county. Did you move here to join our band program?” I nodded, “Good, now has anyone explained this program to you?”

“No, I am very confused. Everyone seems to hate band people.”

“They do; the band has separate lunch hours, night classes and stay in the band building the rest of the time. We are completely isolated from the school. That’s how much the hate us.” I took a step back in shock. Ms. Howard laughed, “Don’t worry; we have a huge band family.” I didn’t sigh I relief this time, bus was dismissed to go mingle with my new family.

 

I was given a name tag and sent to talk to the rest of the trumpet section. There were 20 or so trumpets but I only cared about one of them from the very start. His name was Jordan’ Jordan always kept 1st chair and had the most beautiful… well, everything. From his chiseled features to his deep brown eyes. I feel for him instantly and I think he did, too. By the way his eyes popped out, I could tell. I felt as if I should lean in and kiss him. Of course I didn’t but I was lost in his glorious eyes.

 

A few days passed and I was perfectly happy in South Carolina. Jordan and I were dating, he said he loved me, we kissed, all the normal stuff. Everything seemed perfect until I heard her voice behind me.

“Have you heard Kori play? She sucks! Her tone is always off!” The girl knew I could hear her but I was surprised it was a fellow trumpet. Weeks flew by and the comments and rumors became worse. I heard people say I was a slut, that I was cheating on Jordan, that I was passing STDs. My heart broke every time I heard a comment. My mind went a little more insane each time too. I was completely losing my sense of thought and humanity.

 

Even though Jordan heard the lies and suspicions, he stayed loyal; he was my one and only friend in the band.

One day, Jordan and I were sitting in the band room lounge, talking at random. He leaned in to kiss me and I let him. I felt the eyes fall on us, making me cry as I heard a whisper directed at us. Jordan dried my tears once he realized what they were for.

“I love you.” This was the most sincere way he ever said these three special words to me.

There was a pause in the room but I didn’t care as I said, “I would die without you.” We were the only two in the room that knew I meant it.

 

Rain dripped off my hair as Jordan stood in front of me two weeks later. “Let me put this in a way you can understand.” Jordan didn’t pause to think as he spoke the words, “I love someone else now. I don’t love you anymore.” My heart started to race but I wouldn’t cry. The first tear fell from my silver eyes and Jordan took off away from the heart he had just broken. It was hard to feel tears as the rain washed them away with me.

I sensed Lily’s worry for me as I drifted through the next few days. I stopped eating and I had missed school for two days when my plan came to me.

I stomped into the band room during the morning meeting and pulled out the knife; striding to the directors podium as they waited for Ms. Howard. I spoke with pure clarity as I said, “The only image I can see is the band room floor. I only hear what you say, even when the room is empty. A smile had not embedded my face since I went under your spell. I let you win the better part of me and bring out the darkness.  Now I am free.” The last thing I felt was the pool of blood under my cold, lifeless body.


Submitted: May 17, 2012

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Arrowspell

I like it, however it does seem to start and finish in a flash - meaning it is over before we can grow attached to the characters. Although I love the idea of the band members being targeted and hated. I found this story full of lovely sadness I'd love to see more of your writing.

Thu, May 17th, 2012 10:39pm

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Thanks. I know this is not one of my best pieces of writing, and I wanted to make it longer, but I am in kind of a writing slump.

Thu, May 17th, 2012 6:05pm