QUINN
Summer was coming to an end. Band practice was in full swing, and yet again, no Founder’s Day. After work, I was always racing to band practice, usually coming in late. Jaxx kept offering to pick me up from work and take me to practice. I stopped mentioning it, so I didn’t have to keep telling him I was okay.
Being a section leader in band was a whole new set of responsibilities only made worse by my tardiness. I knew once school started, I would primarily work on the weekends, so I was trying to earn as much as possible before school started. When I told my band director I needed the job to help pay for the fees, he was only slightly sympathetic.
I couldn’t control getting out of work late or not having a car. I couldn’t control Jaxx showing up randomly or our friends always wa
