Ok so this is just a random thingy I felt like writing… so here it goes:)

My friends and I have always been friends. For more time than I can remember. Years and years of friendship. And I know that there always there for me.

That's why I wasn't upset when the cutest guy in my grade didn't like me back. Because my friends told me that I was too good for him anyways.

That's why when I was low on self esteem and I called myself ugly, I didn't put on make up to cover my face. Because my friends told me I was pretty.

That's why when I thought I was fat, I didn't stop eating. Because my friends told me that I was skinny.

My friends are the best ones I have. But I still craved to be wanted by more people than those I grew up with.

I wanted to be accepted and make new friends as well as keep my old friends.

I remember how bored I was watching my mom's old marching band tapes. I remember how much I hated my parents for making me do marching band my freshman year.

"You have to do it this year. Next year we will talk about it." They had said, I knew that we wouldn't talk about it and I'd be stuck in marching band for all four years.

I continue to secretly thank my parents for making me do marching band.

You see, that first week of band camp, I was still very mad at my parents.

But then… I slowly started to enjoy marching band.

I realized that the people were nice, and they were funny.

Then I started to talk to a few of them.

Slowly we became friends. And I actually felt accepted by people other than my friend that I have known for years.

After our last performance, me and one of my friends cried more than all the rest of the seniors did.

I thought that our friendships would possibly be gone. But they weren't.

And then pep band started. For the first few days my friend and I would stay in the band hall until it was time for pep band.

Then one of our friends was talking to me and he asked if my friend and I would want to come to him house after school with everyone else.

We said yes and we had so much fun. At his house there were about 3 seniors, 2 juniors, 1 sophomore, and 3 freshmen.

I felt special because I was one of the 3 freshmen who got invited.

We went to his house for all the pep band days after that and we are all closer friends than ever.

And I realized one thing. Band is more than just friendships. Band is family.

And for once I truly felt accepted by people that I hadn't known forever. And I felt loved by my friends.

What I hope for now is that for the next three years that I'm in marching band, I hope that all the freshmen that are coming in have this same experience. That they are able to reflect on all the great memories like they were yesterday, that they are able to see that band is family.

And that they truly feel accepted.

Heyy:)

Ok so this is just a random little thing that I thought I'd write cuz I felt like writing :)

This is true too, so if you don't like it PLEASE don't leave a mean review. And if you do like it, then leave me happy review:)

Alright well that's it, oh thanks for reading! :)

Love always:

KY