The Violinist

Day to Day

I wake up in bed and I realize it is time for school. I quickly get up and grab the clothes I prepared for the night before: a black shirt and jacket, black jeans and a pair of beat up Nike all black Revolutions. I take a shower and after I finish, I rush out and set the coffee to boil. It is only 7 o'clock and I still have time to eat breakfast. After setting two bowls on the counter with cereal and milk following, I eat quickly and leave with my backpack and a case on my back. Locking the door behind me, I start walking away from the house in the cold December weather. As I slip on my headphones, I play my music and take the usual route to school. I have my headphones on full blast and slowly stretch my fingers in the cold weather so they do not get too cold and stiff. I cross the street after a few minutes of walking and get to school. I lock the case in my locker and test it to check it is still sturdy. Locker theft is common but I make sure that I properly protect against anyone who may try to break into my locker. With that done, I head to class and begin to zone out. I never really pay attention but I still manage to pass the classes without fail. I get through my first period and as I walk to my second, I catch a glimpse of a certain girl. Seeing her, I quickly look down and push past the people in front of me. With any luck, she did not notice me and I get into my second period class. This time instead of zoning out, I flex and stretch my fingers, popping the joints and bones with satisfying results. I draw the attention of a couple students but they quickly go back to their conversations or work. I check my phone to check the battery and I still have over eighty percent. More than enough until lunch. Once the class ends, I walk out and head quickly to my locker. With a sigh of relief, I get it out and instead of going going to class, I head to an abandoned classroom and close the door behind me. As I pull out my headphones, I smile for the first time today.