Once upon a time in a land far far away there lived a boy. This boy's name was Jake Germany. In this land, the grass was black and white. Bright colors never visited this town; even faded colors were rarely seen. This town was never lively. Everything was repetition. Jake hated this about the town. Jake always wanted an adventure but everyone was never interested in joining him.
Jake's parents were very fond of the marching band. The very day Jake was born, his parents' dream for him to play in the school's marching band grew instantly. Every time Jake's mom would make him food, she would think about him being in the marching band. Every time Jake's dad would come home for work and see Jake playing with toys he would picture him standing tall with pride and walking with dignity in the school's marching band.
It was Monday the 12th and the time finally arrived for Jake to start playing with the marching band. His dad took off of work and his mom marked this exact date on the calendar to drop Jake off to his first band practice. On the ride there, Jake's parents kept giggling and giggling while, Jake sat in the back of the mini van. He secretly removed his seatbelt and rolled his eyes at his parent's laughter.
Jake walked into the practice with a bit of attitude. All the band members just looked at him. He simply walked up to a saxophone, picked it up and played it like a motha. The band members were beside themselves and each person quickly became so jealous of Jake's talent. Because they had practice for forever and he never practiced ever. He was just as good as them, if not better. Since jealously is such a killer it killed a lot of things that day. It killed the band members' kindness and potential friendships with Jake. All of the band members excluded Jake from everything- conversations, parties, and inside jokes. He always thought, "Am I the only person in the marching band who isn't a dufus? Come on society."
There was one guy in the band named Jim. Jim was so mean to Jake. Jim weighed 543.9lbs and he played the cymbals. Jake always thought he was a joke because Jim thought he was the stuff and all he played was the cymbals. Jim would call him "Jake Germ" and all the band members would laugh. While they would laugh, Jake would look at Jim and one word popped into his mind, "Gumbo". He never said it aloud. For Jake was too big for middle school drama.
Jake began to hate everything about music because of marching band. It was sad and Jake became embarrassed about how he didn't enjoy music, but he kept trying to tell himself that he really did love the saxophone. However, with every march came more grief.
Every time Jake had a march his parents insisted on having supper on the porch outside. On Saturday the 4th, Jake's family was eating supper on the porch when Jake broke the news to his parents. He fully expressed how much he didn't like band. Even though the parents were slightly disappointed they knew that it would be best for Jake to stay in the band until he reached high school. Jake's parents were very kind folks. The only reason they wanted him to stay in band longer was because they didn't want Jake to be 43 years old and wishing he had some sort of hobby. Jake didn't understand this though he got angry and went run in the woods. After he came back from the run, his anger cooled down. He played in the marching band until he became a freshman. On his last march, he took his saxophone and smashed it on Jim. Jim cried. Jake laughed then hopped on his scooter and went home. He was beyond happy.
Once he got home, he told his mom he had so much energy that he had to go on an adventure. "Fine, Jake" was his mom's reply. Jake walked through the forest, then through the sand dunes, and then he saw a bright light. He never saw such a thing before. He ran so quick towards it. The light grew into different colors the closer he got to it.
Once Jake reached it he couldn't believe his eyes. He thought to himself, "This my friend, is the city life." The smell really got Jake. It was something he never smelt before. His sense of smell just left him because it was too much for it to handle. But, that didn't faze Jake. While he was walking into the city, he noticed his knees getting larger with muscle. Jake felt invisible.
He saw a kid who looked like Jim playing a guitar. This was the very first time Jake had ever seen a guitar. Jake walked up to this kid and grabbed his guitar.
The little kid said, "Hey, what are you doing?"
Jake said," It's the city lyfe, bruh."
And the little kid nodded, put his head down, and thought to himself, "I wish I had the city lyfe swag." The thing is most people wished this same too.
Jake played guitar, sang, and made friend with other city lyfe kids.
Jake and his friends ruled the city.
The end.
