Gemotions

“Well, this is just peachy,” I thought, my lips twitching as the marching band on the other side of the stadium blasted my fight song. They'd butchered it, absolutely mangled it, but it was *my* song. I let out a low whistle, my head tilted. The crowd roared with laughter, oblivious to the discordant notes. A sense of wicked glee coursed through me. I considered rushing down and joining them, but instead, I just waved from my seat. I knew this would be a story to tell for years to come.