The Shattered Memory of a Violinist

//Eight - My Music Room was Invaded by Dicks//

//Eight — My Music Room was Invaded by Dicks//

Willa Van der Mariel

When lunch is finished, everyone goes to their classes. But, me. No, instead I get to go to music lesson with Mrs Bellona. After that lunch, I need it. The music room is by far my favourite place in this stupid school, with the instruments everywhere and the soft hums of Mrs Bellona. It’s always vacant due to the fact everyone prefers the new music room, with all the new instruments. I suppose the school is meant to do something with this room, but nothing has happened yet. 

“Ah! Willa!” Mrs Bellona says in delight as I come into the room. 

Mrs Bellona is the kindest person I know. She has bright red hair, with pale irish skin and a cool accent that I adore. I am taller than her, but she isn’t short. She normally wears green things, and today she hasn’t failed and is wearing a green ribbon in her hair and around her waist.

“Hello Mrs Bellona” I greet.

She passes me some music sheets. “Just practice these. I hope you don’t mind but I have to do some errands before the marching band on Wednesday. Will you be alright on your own?”

“Yeah. I think so” I nod, and head over to where all the violins are cased.

Mrs Bellona laughs. “Try not to trip over anything. I’ll be back by the end of the lesson too listen to the piece. Clear?”
I smile at her. “Crystal”

“Good. Oh! and do try and eat something, your looking a little pale” Then, with that slight offending comment she leaves the room.

Honestly, I am not pale!

You kinda are.

Oh, be quiet. 

I put the papers on the stand, and take out the violin that I usually practice with. It’s no Vincent, but I still enjoy playing it. The music turns out to be something that Katrina has already told me to practice at home, so I flow easily through the piece. I have only been playing for ten minutes when I hear the door slam.

“Mrs Bellona?” I asked looking up.

No one is in the room. It’s just me and my instruments. I stay there frozen for a moment, before continuing on with my piece. Allowing the music to flow out of the instrument in beauty. My movements are long and graceful, and I close my eyes peacefully. The notes finish off, leading the room into a comfortable silence.

Then I hear clapping. 

Immediately, my eyes flash open and I freeze in a upright position. Then, when my eyes land on the three most misbehaved kids I have ever come across, my mouth falls open in flat out shock. There is Justin Wild, Chase Snow and Mason Singer.

For a second I am in shock, before my instincts kick in. My mouth snaps close, and I take my chin off from the violin, and take it from my shoulder.

“Aren’t you meant to be in class?” Is the very first thing I blurt out.

They stop clapping, and give me amused looks. Justin’s green eyes remind me off poison ivy, or rose thorns. He is hot, and I am not even gonna bother denying it. His hair is a rich almond colour, and his skin is tanned. Like all his other fighting friends, he has a well built body, and a tattoo somewhere on his skin. Beside him is Chase Snow, the most cocky thin living on this earth. His eyes are what Averie liked to call ‘Death’s eyes’ because they were the colour of charcoal. His hair was also black, and he reminded me of a living walking corpse with his pale skin.