This is the last set, this is the last set. I stand in the blistering sun with the rest of the marching band on the last day of band camp. Everyone is hot and sweaty as a beaming ray of sun hits our skin. We all have shorts, a tank top, a hat, and a pinning on. I stare at everybody and see them slouched over and eyes drooping like a beagles ears. My sneaker softly touch the concrete ground of the parking lot football field. I snap into focus when I hear a shout at the top of a metal structure. Mr. Martinis yells at us to go the final set, set 56. We all stare at are dot books to look at our marking of where we are going next.
When I find my spot, I raise my sweaty, tan arms for my section leader, Anisha, to mark my spot with chalk. My section
When I find my spot, I raise my sweaty, tan arms for my section leader, Anisha, to mark my spot with chalk. My section