My orchestra class's out of tune "Jingle Bells" was enough to make your ears bleed. And if you can't imagine that, imagine you have a noisy little brother. A noisy little brother who likes clanging pots together as a nearby cat is screeching in a blender. You get what I mean by now. I hope. And I congratulate those of you who have never had to hear such a horrific thing and wish I was you. Anyway, my orchestra class sounds exactly like the soothing sound I described above. The teachers couldn't care less (I think they are secretly wearing ear plugs).
I think I might be the only person in this class that actually plays well. I started dance when I was four, singing when I was five, and piano when I was seven, I would consider myself a musically talented person. The moment I picked up the violin at the beginning of the year, I felt I almost already knew how to play it. Either I am the only good musician in this class, or all the good people had given up trying to be heard over the below average players. Oh wait! I almost forgot Nick. Nick is the only other player in this class who can actually play an instrument. He plays the cello. Sometimes I wish I had chosen the cello because it's a lot prettier than the violin and the viola (I play both). But I thinks it's a little too late to switch and I have grown fond of my violin. Sadly, I couldn't here the pretty sounds of the cello as Nick wasn't here today. He was sick.
"From the top guys." Ms. Evie said in her usual monotone.
I mentally groaned and started to play "Jingle Bells" for the painfully slow, thousandth time today. The horrible tune floated around in my brain. This had to be the most pathetic "Jingle Bells" I've ever heard. I give up, I'm done. I set down by bow and pulled out my phone to text someone. Luckily the song came to an end. I slipped my phone into my pocket. And twisted the arrow ring on my finger for the next two minutes.
Ms. Evie didn't bother to look for up from her phone to dismiss the class, so I dismissed myself. I packed my violin and put it on its shelf before walking outside. The hall was just cleaned and the faint smell of fresh lemon tingled my nose. My sneeze echoed through the barren halls. The sound of the bell ringing ran through the halls. I turned a corner as the flood of students rolled in. I felt something catch on to my backpack and pull me back around the corner. I turned around feeling like I was ready to punch the person. Oh, it was just Nick. And a confused looking boy with spiky black hair.
"Hey! I thought you were sick."
"No just sick of orchestra, Ria ." He replied. I heard the boy snicker from behind him and I realized I somewhat recognized him from orchestra.
"But why are you here?" I questioned.
He didn't answer and beckoned me to follow him and the boy through the glass doors that led out of school. I wasn't too sure about this. I'm not the kind to ditch school. Nick gave me a glare from the outside of the door. I followed him out as the door shut behind me. Now, even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to get back in the school.
"Why are we ditching school?" The boy asked. "Not that I mind! Just wondering.."
"Not now Abhijit. I need to get you guys to safety." Nick glanced around nervously.
"Safet-?" I didn't get finish my questioning as the door opened behind us nearly hitting me in the head. Ms. Evie was standing there staring down at us. We walked back in, Nick, hesitantly.
"What do you guys think you are doing?"
We looked down at our shoes, all waiting for someone to come up with a reasonable excuse. I racked my brain for all excuses to throw an adult off, but she went on.
