That ... Blonde Kid

Don't worry, you'll fit right in.

Name's Molly. I am a girl. I have a blonde friend.

Too bad I didn't know he existed until two years ago.

We decided to start blogging on a whim. I had a dream about it. Dream ideas are the best. Hope you like it.

Want to know how we met? I joined marching band the summer going into my junior year of high school. eew, marching band... I played the french horn in concert band and so I was stuck with playing the mellophone. What is a mellophone, you might ask? I didn't know either, don't worry. Here's a nifty picture I stole off the internet to help you succeed in life! *click me!* It's pretty much a big trumpet, but sounds prettier. Heh. Anyways, I walked into my first day of marching band and I didn't know anybody. pfft, what a loser... I was directed to go sit with three kids, all who were playing this same weird spit machine as me - also known as the mellophone. I was told that "the blonde kid" was my "Section Leader" whatever that was supposed to mean. I introduced myself as Molly, and he said his name is Connor. Then he made me wear a crown.

Fin.