• Ah, The Burning! My body was on a burning black ground. Why couldn't I get up? My breath was short as I noticed the black donut on my chest. Constriction was what I knew as I tried to in hail deeply, bu to no avail. A groan grasped my lips as shoes hit the hard ground.
    "Why are they running? What are they running to? Me?" My thoughts rang as force pulled the cream filled donut off my chest, air rushing into my lings like a tsunami. Male laughter could be heard through out the whole field, that soon morphed into all people laughing.
    Blood rushed not to an open wound, but the solid face of me heating my body with i's embarrassed blush. Movements soon lead to me sitting in the shade on our practice field. I knew what this meant. Harder wok, staying after school, even after rehearsal to learn my D3 part. If I didn't I'd get replaced.
    My first year on this line and I wasn't going to let me, the only female, down. Thirteen people on this line, twelve boys and one girl, me being that girl. I had to show them up and show them I wanted this. I wanted to be the D3 member of this program. I was determined to prove what I could do, even without my teacher talking to me about what need to happen. I already knew.
    The next morning the summer sun woke me up, more then I already was. 5 am and already working on my technique.
    "Heel, Toe, Heel, Toe, Heel, Toe..." Words seemed to keep me right as the drill paper in my hand told me where to go. Time went fast as the night's call approached my master of sleep, Hypnos.
    "Have to keep time with my feet, be in step continue!" My voice seemed to ring with the echo of Hades. I was working myself to the lifeless death because I knew my true responsibility. I would show every other member up because I'd always be right on my mark.
    Respect. Admiration. Determination. Responsibility.
    My name is Kristyn, and I'm the third bass drum in my highschool's Marching band.