My Dreams Are As Dead As Batman's Parents
I'm Rebecca. I go to school and participate in marching band. Then I go home and cry about Bobby Singer. Then I go to sleep and wake up a few hours later. It's a vicious cycle.

This one time, my friend John tripped over a tuba will wearing a sousaphone and somehow scraped a layer of skin off his neck. My band director almost fell of the podium he was laughing so hard.

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