Falling

          It was the blasting of the alarm clock that woke Delilah up.  The alarm screeched like a banshee summoning Delilah to get up and turn it off.  But instead of getting up, Delilah drowsily yanked at her pillow and threw it at the clock. Her aim was awful when she was awake in the first place so she was not surprised when the pillow landed a yard away from the blaring alarm. The alarm had grown tired of its own screaming after two minutes and the proceeded to go suicidal and vibrate off the desk.

        The house of course went silent after the death of the clock. Delilah's younger sibling, Clara, was in a deep sleep after finishing her big science project for the 5th grade Science Expo. But Clara did not need to get up until 7:30. It was currently only 6:00 in the morning.

        Delilah finally urged her creaking bone to get up. She could not be late for orchestra. She woke up and blindly ambled to the bathroom that she shared with Clara. The younger sibling had flung all her things in a hurry last night so Delilah sleepily stepped over the mounds of clothing. It was still cold even though it was March. A tired tall figure stared back at Delilah. It mimicked her yawn perfectly and had a glint in her eyes. It followed Delilah as she did her hair. Jet black hair was swept into a messy bun in pure laziness; Delilah pretty much did this everyday. Fashion or latest trends didn't really interest her. As long as she was comfortable then all was well.

       She yawned before walking downstairs. There sat her blueberry muffins that she made the night before. Silently, she took one and enclosed the rest of them in the glass container. Her mom would not allow it to harden and rot. Her mom barely allowed anything, in fact. Delilah, even though she was seventeen, never had a Tumblr, Instagram, or any of that social media rubbish that her mother was afraid of. Her mom was just afraid that Delilah would ruin her future but she was blinded in the fact that it was ruining the present.

         If Delilah could pick the best part of the day she would say Orchestra. Entering the auditorium and having a nice chatter of her people greet her would always turn her jaded expression exuberant. She would always arrive early ,but others would always beat her. All the instruments were sitting in chairs while the students ate a light breakfast and sipped at their coffee. They were not an extremely loud group...well, not in the morning.

"Delilah! Did you get the copy of After Burn yet?" her friend Amber exclaimed while shaking out her snow flaked hair. Delilah smiled warmly, Amber was late as usual.

 " Yes and yes. I already put it on your music stand." Amber sighed in relief; she was quite a forgetful girl.

 It was not the piece of cake nor coffee that Amber shared with Delilah that woke her up. It was the beautiful hum of the instruments as they all tuned their string at one time. At first the hum would always sound off ,but everyone tuned slowly and soon it was perfect. it was a nice relaxed hum that said Take it easy;you got this. Just relax and enjoy yourself. In fact, her violin just made her feel like that.

 It was the only reason she preferred Orchestra over Jazz Band. Sure, Jazz Band had a nice swing and she was good at making solos on the spot but it was forced and quick. Orchestra was nice and calm.

 " Sorry I'm late," Mr. Labelle called out as he tossed his coat on one of the plush auditorium chairs. " I hope that everyone has their copy of After Burn, yes?" While he said this Mr. Labelle glanced at the energetic Amber. She smirked evilly and Delilah rolled her eyes. Let the music begin. 

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 This is my first chapter of my first story! I hope you enjoy. Please revie-is that what you call it? A review? I'm not even sure, well, comment and vote!  I still don't have a cover so my apologies.