“It’s our last game,” Carl said with melancholy. “We won’t wear this uniform again.”
“Thank Goddess,” I huffed, zipping mine up. “My boobs suffocate in this.”
We both looked at each other and broke out laughing. “It’s just weird. We’re only like a quarter of the way through the school year, and things are already ending,” Carl said as we calmed.
“I know. But we still have plenty more to go,” I told him. “Let’s not get sappy until Senior week, okay?”
“Alright,” he said, picking up his instrument. “I’ll see you out there.” Carl left the storage room where we were pulling on our marching band uniforms for the last time. I buckled my harness over my too-small jacket and looked down at myself. It was pretty bittersweet. It had been a little rocky at the start, but I made a lot of friends i
