The Longest Duet

Chapter One

"Spencer, wake up, your going to be late!" 

I groaned and opened one eye to see who was calling my name, even though I already knew the answer. My roommate Callie was standing just inside my bedroom door, fully dressed, arms crossed, and looking pissed. 

"You told me to wait on you, but if that means I'm going to be late for school then I'm just going to leave your ass." She said with an irritated tone. "Maybe you should'nt have signed up for morning classes it your just going to sleep through all of your alarms." 

For the first time I notcied that a chorus of sounds were going off all over my room. I pushed myself up dramaticaly and fell out of my bed for effect. 

Callie walked over a nudged me with her foot rather harshly. "Come on you have." She paused to look at her watch. "Fifteen minutes to get dressed." She then lturned and left my room leaving me laying on the ground. 

"Thanks for waking me up!" I yelled after her. I got up from the floor quickly and went into my closet. I got dressed in record time and basically sprinted out of my room and into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I looked at myself in the mirror and groaned a little. I didn't have time to do my make up but there was no way I was going out into public looking like a homeless person, so I half assed it and put the bare minimum on. I got my school bag and my phone of the charger and met Callie just as she was walking out of the apartment. 

"Finally." She said rolling her eyes and walking through the door. 

I locked the door behind us and jogged to catch up with her. We now only had ten minutes to get to class at a college that was eight minutes away without traffic. 

As soon as we got into the car I claimed the radio as mine and turned it to the classical music channel that had just started playing Eine Kleine Nachtumisk, writen by Mozart. 

"Why do we have to listen to this, there arnt any words." Callie complained. 

I glanced at her "Why not listen to it." 

She didn't say anything and we sat in silenece until we got to school. 

"Okay when your last class is over we can go get a late lunch, or early dinner, however you want to look at it." She said and started walking away. "Oh and sorry for being a bitch this morning." She called back. 

I smiled as I walked slowly to my first class, I was late already so there was really no point in rushing, plus who wants to be in a fine arts history class? I was just taking it because it was on the list of requirments to get a music degree. 

I slwoly but surely made it to my class and all too soon I was pushing the door open. My teacher stopped in the middle of what I assumed to be a lecture and raised an eye brow at me. 

"Well Ms.Livingston, to what do we owe the pleasure?" He said in a cocky voice. He's never been my favorite techer, nor I his favorite student. 

I shrugged and started making my way to the desk that I usually sat at. "I just decided to drop by." 

The side of his lip twiched and he turned back to the board and continued his lecture without saying another word to me. 

The class was a form of torture that no one needed to endure. It might have been an okay class, had it not been for the techer who acted as if he had a stick up his ass, and since it was my first class I usually almost always dozed off or day dreamed. Today I practiced the latter. 

All weekend I was deprived of one of my most basic needs because I had accidently left my violin at school. My instructer was going to bring it to me, but I didn't want to bother him with coming to my house so I told him to just leave it in the orchestra room. It was painful to think that orchestra was my last class and all I wanted was to be reunited with my best friend.