My New Story..

So I finally got around to putting this on my flashdrive so I'm posting my first "chapter." Feedback would be nice please.. Ooo and I'm thinking about calling it Confessions of a (wannabe?) Flaggit, but I don't want to seem like I'm stealing Alice's title from HER new book, Confessions of a Vampire Addict. Cause when I came up with teh title I wasn't thinking about her's at all and it didnt occur to me til later so i prob need a new title.
Anyway her it is:

Chapter 1

D***, I thought. This is going to be great.
I was at band camp. Well, mini band camp. Actually, it was Percussion camp before band camp.. but I still counted it as band camp. I had my fresh pack of rookies all around me, and I had finally earned some respect. I had made Bass Drum Section Leader. Basically, I led the heart of the band. It was great.
I had some serious talent on the line this year. The last few years our line had to resort to playing in unison for most songs, but this year I had a feeling that we could get some serious beats down with some work. I was looking forward to the future.
So now I'm sitting here on my bedroom floor, packing my bags for band camp. Towel? Check. And so my packing went. Thinking of how glorious my week / season would be, and checking things off my packing list.
I wonder if Ryan willl be eligable for more than a few weeks this year... I mused. Last year he was out for most of the games. It really screwed up all of our music. Oh well, got to make use of what I've got, while I've got it I guess...
"Opal! Come on we've got to leave in a few minutes!" I started to pack a little faster, double checking my list to see if I'd checked off all of the boxes.
"I'll be down in a minute!" I zipped up my bag and trotted downstairs. I saw that my brother, Christian, had already shoved his stuff in the van. I hope that both of our instraments fit.. I thought. Sometimes I envy families who have flutes and trumpets, instead of tubas and bass drums.
"I've got to go get Bella," I shouted over my sholder as I ran upstairs. My baby was waiting in my room, sticks neatly folded on top my harness, and my music on top of my sticks. I stood in my doorway for a minute, staring at my drum with a smile. She was beautifully perfect. She was not the biggest drum, but big enough that I didn't look like a wimp in front of my rookies. She made the prettiest sound of the four, and she was all mine. I couldn't help but be proud. She was my baby.
"Come on Bella," I cooed, "Let's go kick some a**." With that, I picked up my baby and loaded her up in the van. Christian hopped in the driver's seat and started the car. I climbed in the backseat and waited.
"And just where do you think you're going?" Mom opened the driver's door and looked down at my brother.
"Oh..." Christian slowly unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up. "I guess you would have to bring the van home, huh?"
"Yep," she said. She climbed in as Christian walked around to the passenger's door and got in. Then, we were off to band camp, one of the best weeks of my life.

Chapter 2

So that's not all I have but that's all i feel like posting cause it kinda rambles for a bit of chapter two.. So waht do u think?
Ohs and thanks for all my B-day wishes and adgknowledgments.. they made me happy. =)