"Are you sure that you're the best violinist here because i think you're the worst" black haired figure chuckled
I never felt humiliated in my life
.......but not until now
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VIOLIN Where violinist elenora meets...
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❖. .❖ ⚪︎❍ THE TREPIDATION EXPANDED when I was aiming to carefully not smudge Strawberry Sorbet flavored lip balm all over my face as the middle age driver Alexander, didn't notice my struggles while he was driving the vehicle hurriedly. Clearly because of the Partition wall that was hanged, in order for me not to arrive school so late.
Yeah, People care for me.
"Go Easy there, Mr. Alexander," I suggested tiredly as I sighed out because of practicing on violin so early in the morning.
"Yes elenora and please call me Alex."
"Okey dokey, Alex."
I pursed my lips for assurance as I applied more hoping, that maybe I would look good on first day in the third week of school, In quest of something to amuse I spoke, "To Jump on the bandwagon I Uh, I need to ask you something,"
And the way he said it, was obviously in 'not interested' way.
"Sure," he said while driving, merely eyes fixed on the road as he already took off the partition wall and I, who was debating on whether or not I should probably ask this. But in the end I did. And unfortunately I didn't know why.
"So What's your thoughts on school?"
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Yeah I asked about school.
Sighing out loud and swallowing harshly at how monotonous the question genuinely sounded. the stupidness increased much after Alex apparently didn't answer my question only to have a awkward atmosphere in the car. I just wanted to know others opinions and In the face of smarting disillusions, I stood in front of school's entrance for fifteen minutes trying to figure out the possibility of how idiotic I actually am after he dropped me off.
"It's about time you came," flat voice interrupted me from daydreaming on how I'd look if I had worn clowns costume because it's no different than I am, and that voice belonged to Siena Jacobs. Meet my childhood best friend and family friends. Let's just say that without Siena and Jackson — my another best friend — I'd have no friends. Zero.
"Hey," I softly let out as I embraced her.
"Why so late?" She asked skeptically as she broke the hug and I shrugged as I told her, "I had non existent talk with Alex,"
"Alex?" She narrowed her eyes at that as we entered school and she looked pensive for a second as if she was trying to guess the person but I beat it to her by saying, "The driver."
