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As Mrs. Ochono climbed out of her car she had the most peculiar sensation that something extraordinary would happen on this day. It was a dark time. Something extraordinary just might help. There was war, pollution, an economic crisis, and global warming threatening the country. Mrs. Ochono longed for the world to be at peace and for it to be a place where people weren't shot, tortured and murdered every day. But she just shook her head and walked inside the building. Only a miracle could make that happen, and a miracle would never take place here.
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"Ah. So you've noticed too?" Kristy Nobberham inquired as she sat down. "We just came from sectional and she was being really un-Mrs. Ochono-ish. She didn't laugh, joke or smile once! And... she tried to give us the 8th grade music. She didn't even realize until someone pointed it out. She's NEVER like this. I'm more than a little worried."
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The real Mrs. Ochono would kindly remind the clarinets not to play B flats and give the late kids detention.
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But alas, it was not the case here. After a long pause, Mrs. Ochono finally spoke. "I could give you detention for speaking to me like that, Kasta Shepsheir. I'll let you go though.....this time. Now take your trumpet and leave my sight!"
Kasta just glared at Mrs. Ochono. The she spoke in a low growl."It's a cornet." And then Kasta Shepsheir, eyes flaming, turned around and stalked out of the auditorium.
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Maybe it was just math class, but she reckoned that it was probably just the thought of those strange instruments up in Mrs. Ochono's room. The mysterious instruments that seemed to control the emotions of Mrs. Ochono and herself.
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"Lacquer!" Corrected Kasta on instinct. "Oops."
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Kasta's screams. Kasta. All eyes were on her as she screamed, slumping to the ground, until a teacher came to take her away.
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Poor girl. She thought to herself. Such a nice child, with so many problems forced upon her.
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"Names of all students, blah, blah, blah. Low brass, trumpet, clarinet, percussion, clarinet, sax, flute. Ummm. You forgot cornet, Mrs Ochono."
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"Fine. We tell them, they go crazy, and then we don't get picked and they're all disappointed. Is that REALLY what you want? I know these kids, Mrs. Ochono."
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Normally Kasta walked home very slowly, but today the sparkle was back in her eyes and the spring back in her step, swiftly outpacing the storm boiling and churning in the sky before her.
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