the band monsters

            “Nowhere that the band kid’s march is safe anymore, there will always be the band monster there. All we know about it is that they blend in with the black asphalt and the grass-like turf almost perfectly.” The section leader spoke. “They’re just a few shades lighter, they eat all the ones who are mean and rude and won’t hustle when they’re told to, or do what they’re told to.”

“Stop it, you’re going to scare the future freshmen.” I sighed, rolling my eyes. “Besides it’s not even real.”

“How do you know? Have you ever seen it?” the section leader asked.

“No, but has anyone ever seen it?” I retorted.

“Yes, actually. They graduated a few years ago, right before you came in,” they answered. “Some of them got a nasty scar from it. Ever since then, they hustled and went to where they were supposed to.”

“Yeah, sure they did.” I sighed again.

“If you don’t believe me, go ask them yourself, I can give you their address if you want.” The section leader offered.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” I huffed.

They gave me the addresses before returning their attention back to the soon-to-be-freshmen.

“Now, where was I…?”

            Originally, I would not have gone to see the alumni, but I had lots of free time seeing as school was coming to an end and I didn’t have any marching practices after school due to marching season being over.

With all the free time that I had on my hands, I got bored, so I used the opportunity of the completely fake band monster to have something to do.

I sighed, knocking on the door.

“Yes?” the person asked, opening the door.

“Umm, I was wondering if you could tell me about the band monster,” I mumbled shyly.

“Not a believer of it, huh?” she inquired.

“No, it’s not physically possible.” I shook my head.

“Well, not everything that is real is physically possible. And I assure you, the band monster is as real as can be,” she answered, rolling up the sleeve of her shirt and showed me her forearm.

There was a humongous scar on it.

“All the adults said that I was seeing things and that I only tripped, but everyone that was in the band at the time saw it as well.” She explained. “Can more than just a few people see the same exact thing if it wasn’t real?”

“No,” I murmured, looking at the ground. “I guess not.”

“Exactly.” the alumni exclaimed.

“Thank you for your time, I have to get going now.” I thanked her before walking back to my car and going home.

             The new freshman are such idiots! They think they know everything and they’ve only been doing this for a few months. They won’t listen to anyone, not even the drum majors.

One of the freshman girls fell to the ground with a shriek as she was slowly walking back to her dot, she was the last one back out. She’s just wiggling around on the ground like a dying worm.

Not long after she fell, she started getting dragged around by what seemed like air. But it wasn’t air, everyone knew that when she got dragged down into the earth, or so it seemed. It was either that or something ate her.

Everyone started screaming their heads off and running off the field. I was fleeing of the field as well, I mean, who wouldn’t be? But I wasn’t screaming, wouldn’t that have attracted it to you more?

Some of the others got dragged into the ground as well.

Maybe the band monster is real after all.

That was my last thought before I got dragged down and eaten myself.