i'm sitting on the edge of the stage, near the steps, in the auditorium in my school.
sarra keeps running back and forth between the front row and where i'm sitting, and her only purpose in life seems to be to annoy me. i want to smack her, but i don't.
she runs over and grabs some saxophone that isn't hers, and starts pretending/attempting to play it.
the last straw.
i grab the end of the saxophone, rip it off, and throw it across the room. it bounces and dents.
the drama club cabinet - especially cali - gets REALLY angry at her, and they call her up onstage and give her a stern lecture. she also has to pay for the repair of the saxophone, about $400.
i run out the auditorium to the foyer, where i give the owner of the saxophone a big hug and i tell him i'm sorry.
completely unrelated, i have a yellow shoulder bag that says "i don't watch tv" on it. an old-ish man comes up to me and tells me i should watch pax because it's a feel-good channel. i say i already watch "touched by an angel."
