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Posted 25 September 2008 - 01:18 AM

Here is my story.

Chapter 1: Introduction

*It was a beautiful morning on Flutist Island. All day the sound of flutes could be heard playing in the houses and on the streets. I loved waking up in the morning to the sound of flutes playing.*

*Hello. My name is Princess Gretchen the Princess Flutist. I am a flute player too of course, which is why I live on Flutist Island. But there's only one problem. You have to be a flute player to live on Flutist Island, and my mother and father and husband are not. So that is why we had to move to Band-Camp-A-Torium. My mother is Clara the Clarinet Queen, and my father is Herman the Trumpet King. My husband is Prince Damon the Marching Band Drum Major. My parents had to go there where any musician can live. I wanted to stay on Flutist Island 'cause it was so pretty, but I couldn't leave my family behind. So I had to move to this place.*

* I thought it would be horrible at first, but then I met the Band-Camp-A-Torium instructor. His name was Mr. Chase Hervington. He was the best teacher ever. He taught me and Prince Damon the Marching Band Drum Major how to play our instruments. He also taught us how to fly, become invisible, and how to shoot fire and laser beams at our arch enemies. We also performed all our performances in the Band-Camp-A-Torium State of the Art Musical Theatre.*

*This is where I met my friends at, in the Band-Camp-A-Torium State of the Art Theatre. They were Celeste the Genius Writer, and Marching Millie. I was so happy to be at this new place now, Band-Camp-A-Torium.*

*But it wasn't all that good. 'Cause a few days after I arrived, a rival band arrived. We were the Band-Camp-A-Torium Marching Ites. They were the Germarching Band of Dictatornites with their insructor being Professor Finbar Calamitous and Evil Jimmy.*

*This was a test for us to use our powers. Throughout this story, you will see us battle our mortal enemies.*

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#2 RocksmySocks

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Posted 25 September 2008 - 02:01 AM

His name was Mr. Chase Hervington. He was the best teacher ever. He taught me and Prince Damon the Marching Band Drum Major how to play our instruments. He also taught us how to fly, become invisible, and how to shoot fire and laser beams at our arch enemies.

Dude, that IS the best teacher ever!


Great story! Can't wait to see more!


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#3 .:!Gwen!:.

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Posted 25 September 2008 - 02:02 AM

Whoa! Awesome start!

Can't wait for more~






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#4 CraazyOne

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Posted 25 September 2008 - 02:08 AM

DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUN.


...Evil Jimmy! :D

LOL.

Nice start, Gretchen.





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Posted 25 September 2008 - 08:22 PM

This is a great start so far Gretchen! When you are able to come back on, post again.

I miss you, but wait, I see you in school everyday lol.

See ya BFF,
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#6 Band_Geek923

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Posted 26 September 2008 - 07:06 PM

Great start Gretchen. I hope you can get on the computer soon, so we can see more of this.

And yay, we're charcters in the story!

See you on Monday, Gretchen.

Your BFF,
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Posted 28 September 2008 - 02:59 AM

Great story Gretchen!

I hope you post soon.

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Posted 18 October 2008 - 02:51 AM

Here's the next chapter of my NK story.

Chapter 2: Leaving Flutist Island

*It was a beautiful morning on Flutist Island. I was sitting on my front porch playing my flute along with some other flute players.*

*Then, all of a sudden these guys come up to my house.*

Guy 1: Hey young lady, we heard that your parents aren't flute players.

Me: So?

Guy 2: So they can't live here. You guys are going to have to move.

Guy 1: To a place where all musicians can live.

Guy 2: We have to tell your parents and husband and your husband's parents to move off of Flutist island.

Me: Where are we suppose to go?

Guy 1: You're going to move to a place where any instrument can be played. It's called Band-Camp-A-Torium.

*I didn't like the sound of that name. It sounded like a camp. I didn't want to go to camp.*

Me: Sorry, but I'm not going to a camp.

Guy 2: It's not a camp. It's just called that. Now step aside so we can talk to your family and to your husband and his family.

*Then they went in my house, and told my parents, my husband, and my husband's family about how we had to move. They seemed excited. They didn't like living here because they couldn't play their instruments. We had to move right away.*

*I showed no signs of excitement whatsoever.*

Damon: Oh come on my sweet wife, cheer up, you'll be with me still.

Me: I know, but can't all you guys go, and I can stay here?

Mom: I'm sorry, honey but the rules are we can't live here, and all members of the family have to move off of Flutist Island.

*So I had no choice. We packed up our things, and set course to Band-Camp-A-Torium. I was not looking forward to this place at all. It was probably boring.*

*But oh boy was I wrong, because it wasn't boring at all, and once we met our rivals, then it became a fighting zone. It was battle of the bands. That's all I can say about it.*

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#9 CraazyOne

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Posted 20 October 2008 - 11:45 PM

Dun dun duuun! LOL. Yay for dramatic music. A battle of the bands...that should be interesting. And having to move from your home like that...blah. <_< Not cool.

Post more soon, Gretchen!





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Posted 26 October 2008 - 01:51 AM

Excellent story, Gretchen.

Post more soon.

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