I grab a plastic grocery bag and head back to the chair. Before practice? I throw the shorts, shirt, and shoes in the bag, but stop at the underwear. Girls laying on their stomachs, legs in the air, feet kicking, those toes just asking to be sucked. Like, I don’t know what they put in those Wheaties nowadays, but damn do these girls have bodies. Luckily, there’s only a few people left anyways. We joke about dumb shit, like we do, and the whole time I’m just looking around the room. Where are those bags… Ford, I found these clothes –” I stop as I notice something is off. We joke about dumb shit, like we do, and the whole time I’m just looking around the room. That’s what makes it all worth it. I look around the room and see nobody is here. I stare at them for a while, contemplating my decisions. Becca looks up at me and sighs. If you are in a marching band, you can understand why. Chapter 1: The PictureI sigh
