It's a Violinist Thing [NOT FINISHED YET]

It's a Passion, You See.....

As I walked in the doors of Greenwood Boarding School for the first time, I knew I would never come to love it as I had loved Madame Clarence's School of Music. There was no music posters on the walls, no discarded sheet music or rosin that nobody in particular owned lying around the place, and instead of hearing the distant sound of a piano being played, all I could hear was a phone ringing from the office and the sound of a class chatting. I clutched my violin case tighter and walked to the office. I knocked on the sliding glass panel and put on a brave face. "Yes?" the receptionist said impatiently, holding the phone to her chest. I swallowed. " I...I.....well, I'm new here, and....I'm not exactly sure where I should be going..." I replied, my brave mask slipping only slightly. The receptionist sighed loudly and pointed down the corridor. "Walk to the end of the corridor, turn left and follow the signs for the principal's office." she said, before slamming the glass panel shut rudely. I did as I was told and soon found the principal's office. I knocked gingerly on the door. "Come in." a woman's voice called out. I slowly opened the door and stepped in. Who I assumed was the principal was sitting at a large desk. She was wearing a dark purple pants suit and I guessed she was in her mid forties. "What do you want?" She said without looking up from her work. "I'm Olivia Dixon..." I said. The principal finally looked up. "And......?" She asked. " I'm new here?" I replied in my most polite voice. " Right, well what age are you?" She asked me. "I'm fourteen." She looked me up and down and suddenly her eyes swivelled down to the violin case in my left hand. She kept her eyes on it for such a long time that I started to feel uncomfortable. She finally glanced at my face. "May I ask what you are holding, Oliva?" She said slowly, almost as if I had a gun in my hand or something. "It's my violin, miss." She looked down at my violin again and said "Here at Greenwood, we don't have a music department, we focus on proper education. Our students all get somewhere in the world, and music would just be a distraction." I was speechless. She continued. " And, as we have no music department, there is no reason for you to have your viola here. That put the words back in my mouth and I said "It's a violin, actually. A viola is slightly bigger, and lower too. The principal barely listened to me and said "Well whatever it is, you don't need it. In this school you will learn how to do something great in life." I felt my anger bubbling inside me, but I composed myself. "For your information, music is my life. You can't part me and my violin. I can't bear to be without it. I practice every day. It's a passion, you see." The principal was stunned that I had spoken back. "I think you may have hearing difficulties, " she said, " because I'm sure I said more than once that there is nowhere here for you and your music. Now please hand over your viola." I couldn't stay calm anymore. "I THINK YOU ARE THE ONE WITH HEARING DIFFICULTIES, BECAUSE IT. IS. A. VIOLIN!!!" I yelled. I gripped the handle if my case tightly. There was no way I would be handing it over. She stood up, and I panicked. I turned around and ran out the door, down the corridor, past the grumpy receptionist in her office, and out the main doors.