"[b]No wonder they threw that shit away, it taste like braces and stale gum[/b]!"

That's what August heard. It sounded like it was from the Instrument room, or somewhere nearby. "Ouch." He said, before looking in- what he thought- the direction which the voice came from. Why would there be anyone in that room, anyways? It's not like there was a ton of people that were actually interested in music class, at least that's what he would think. He just thought music class wasn't that great any more. I mean, in like 4th grade or so, it was fun, but that was about 6 or 7 years ago? So, as expected he grew over that. The statement that he just heard was actually very true. Trumpets do taste quite awful. That must be why music teachers don't let you eat them, I guess.

"[b]WOAH[/b]!"

Okay, that was a loud scream. And it was very close by for him to hear it. He didn't know where it was coming from. I mean, there was the Instruments storage room. But there also was a bunch of other places where she could be.

"Maybe it was my imagination." August said to himself before walking back to where he came from, still looking at the lines on the wall and the dicks on the lockers in front of him. "Who drew these, then?" He asked nobody in particular. Maybe it was a new person? Probably. If it wasn't, he would've recognized them.