Monday Short Story - Why It's Dumb to Bring Your Violin to English

Why It's Dumb to Bring Your Violin to English

One day I was hanging out at school just before orchestra class. I was a Freshmen in high school and this was the most bizarre thing to ever happen to me at school. I'm actually ahead of myself now, but i'll get to the crazy part later.

I just walked into the classroom with my violin case in my hand as my teacher said, "good morning, Alyssa. Do regular warm ups today and we will get into songs."

My teacher was from Russia and hadn't completely mastered her English yet. She was pretty great though. I sat down in my usual spot next to all the strings and got out my violin. I was pretty much set nice I tuned it before school.

We were about halfway into class when I started to stump myself on the notes I was supposed to have mastered by now. I did the whole 'Every Good Boy Does Fine' thing but I knew I would forget it instantly. I just did what I assumed was okay, and wrote down the notes below the measure so I would remember.

"Hey!" Cried my teacher as she smacked my hand with her baton, "you don't do that here! You just have to suck it up, and deal with memory."

She scared me really badly and I jumped about a mile. Some giggles spread throughout the classroom and I turned red. That was easy for me since I was a red head. I had walked out of orchestra that day feeling ashamed and humiliated.

"Hey, Alyssa," my friend Debbie shouted right before she ran past me, "your going to be late for English!"

Oh no! I was going to be late for English. The instrument cubbies were far behind me and I couldn't run there to put my violin away. So my little thing came with me to English.

I ran after Debbie trying to avoid teachers in the hallway and I made it to class right before the bell rang. My heart banging, my hair frizzed up, my backpack hanging off my shoulder and my violin chilling out in my hand. I got a few stares and I sat down in my spot at the very middle of the classroom all red again. I kind of slumped as I set my stuff down next to my chair.

"Okay, since Alyssa is here, I'll take attendance and we can start..." stated the teacher all teachery as I spaced out.

Way to call me out again! Debbie looked over at me shrugging her shoulders feeling sorry for me. She knew how sensitive I was and how much of a teachers pet I tried to be when I wasn't daydreaming.

I went to the bathroom in the middle of class to fix my long hair. I moped my way back to class as subtly as possible since I may or may not have spotted my crush, Will, walking in the hallway. He waved politely and I waved back just feeling my ears get hot. The classroom was pretty quiet except for some whispers here and there. I walked over to my desk feeling a little more accomplished since my crush waved at me. I make the biggest deals out of nothing sometimes.

I sighed softly and went to pull out my chair, but I didn't stop fast enough. Next I found myself tumbling over my violin case and crashing into the desk in front of me to the left and letting out low pitched yelp.

The class started roaring and laughing and staring! Meanwhile I'm on the ground having just jammed my thumb into the desk in front of me. I let out a medium sized wince and the girl sitting in that desk screamed bloody murder. The class noise grew quieter.

You see, I doubt she's ever seen a dislocated thumb before. I knew it when I saw it because I have two younger brothers who think it's fun to drag each other around by the arms and ankles. The class fell silent and some of the boys peeked over at me.

"Are you alright?" My English teacher asked me looking concerned and standing up from her own desk.

I stood up right away and turned around halfway because all I wanted to do was fidget around and cry. I kept it in as I gripped the knuckle of my thumb, closed my eyes, and pushed really hard. POP.

Some of the class groaned rather loudly, the others gagged, and a few people gasped. I felt almost proud of myself. Some of the boys and girls were probably fascinated that I was able to shove my thumb into correction again. Debbie offered to escort me to the office and away we went.

Pretty soon my mom had picked me up and taken me to the urgent care to see if anything was severely damaged. Of course I just had to have dislocated my thumb, broken it, and fractured a growth plate. I stopped violin for a little while but hey, I had a lot of time to practiced note reading!

So now you know how I broke my thumb! I guess you could even say I hurt an instrument (Hahahah). This experience is something I'll never forget because when you fracture a growth plate in your thumb, it stops growing. So not only was I popular for my epic fail, but also I was known as the weird girl who broke her thumb in the dumbest way possible.