Hilda (Flute #2)
The first thing Hilda did when she woke up was scream.
Why?
Well, she realized that she was late. VERY late.
The clock showed 8:45, and Hilda knew that she was beyond late. The director didn't like late students, and band class was in 15 minutes.
Hilda scrambles up, throwing on clothes and stuffing her bag full of her papers (one of which she forgot to do), grabbing her flute, and slaps some jam on a cold piece of bread, strapping on sandals and hopping on her bike, pedaling furiously.
This was Hilda Gaiden-Lorule Kirkland-Braginsky III.
Or better known as just Hilda.
She was always running late, dreaming about her music or handsome characters, but was always in time for the full orchestra.
5 minutes.
Hilda chained her bike onto the rack, and slips, catching herself at the last minute, launching herself into a roll and lands on her feet, propelling herself upwards and taking off down the hallway.
Thank goodness those years of gymnastics paid off for her.
She skids down a hallway, ignoring several teachers yelling at her to slow down, and just as the tardy bell rings for second period, she flings herself through the ajar orchestra room door, and lands into a heap on the floor just as the director says, "Hilda Kirks?"
"That..." She pants, getting up off of the dirty tile, "that's me."
~*~
Short intro! But hey, I tried. XD I had to get this book rolling somehow.
So... Yup. That's my flute child.
:3
look forward to another sporadic update maybe
- Peace
YOU ARE READING
Orchestrated Chaos
General Fiction"My reed's chipped!" "What wrong note? We're always right!" "OMG, the low brass is SO loud!" Welcome to Treble Academy, an incredibly small school for personified instruments. And yes, there's a lot of "treble". The trumpets and clarinets are a...
