Violet S. Green and the Olympians

Going Home

We spent another hour driving back. My dad and Roland were in a terrible mood, but so was I. It kinda sucks but at least I can hang out with Carson? We were super silent and listened to Soca the whole way back. If Soca can't get me hyped, nothing can. Then, Like a Boss turned on. "Violet, this is your favorite!" My dad said. "Something must be wrong if you aren't singing along to this." "Well, we just got kicked out of a hotel and can't go to Mardi Gras. No wonder." I told him. "Well, Miss Sunshine, I won't let you bring me down." My dad then started to sing along. A smile creeped onto my face and I started to sing along softly. "Come on, you can be louder than THAT!" Roland said. "Not you too." I said. Then HE started singing along. Well then, I won't let them outsing ME. I started singing as loudly as I could, which was better than moping around. We spent the rest of the ride singing.
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We decided to not go to the Mardi Gras celebration in Baton Rouge because my dads (Read: Dad and Roland) wanted to go see a rendition of Mamma Mia!  at the arts complex near our apartment. Yes, even though my dad is a cardiologist, we live in an apartment. He works for charity mostly so he doesn't make much. Roland makes a good amount, but not nearly enough for a house. Thankfully, we own the apartment so we can customize. I decided to meet with Carson at the park to hang out and chill. He always seemed to hang out there, usually talking to the animals or plants. That may seem weird, but I can't talk, I literally saw a 7 headed snake. I changed out of my outfit first. Sadly, I couldn't wear my red long sleeve because it was dirty. I decided to wear my yellow shirt, but not happily. I used to wear it all the time so it's slightly frayed.

It gave me a reminder of my real name, which is not Violet. Far from it actually. I don't know why I chose that name either, it's just my dad's favorite color. Technically it's close to the color of a Hyacinth, which is his favorite color. Apparently purple symbolizes creativity or something, which I am definitely creative. I liked it, it rolls off the tongue too, so that's a bonus. I just wish I could use my real name, alas, that name is lost to history. I grabbed my bag and stuffed it with my binder full of sheet music I wanted to learn for a while, for both singing and flute. I grabbed my flute, just in case my voice got tired. I didn't want to take my guitar since I didn't want to bog myself down. I know the flute, violin, guitar, ukulele, steel drum, and a bit of piano. Weird combination I know, but I'm versatile.
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"Carson! Over here!" I yelled across the park. Carson was sitting next to a bulldog this time and he looked over to me before signaling to me to come over. His orange cap was askew, and he straightened it out. He always wore his orange baseball cap, which was pretty weird. He must have some serious helmet head. I sat next to him and we started talking. "Hi Violet, why are you here? I though you were going to New Orleans." He asked. "Well, the hotel kicked us out because of some old hag. She looked a bit like Ms. Nicky." His face flickered from joyful to concerned. "Who's Ms. Nicky? I don't know a Ms. Nicky." He said, the words almost stumbling out of his mouth. Well, that's odd. "She was Ms. Maria's substitute. Don't tell me you've forgotten too!" I said. "No, I don't know of a Ms. Nicky. Are you okay Violet?" He asked. "Of course I'm fine. Now, go back to talking to your animals or whatever." I responded. The bulldog seemed to glare at me.

"Excuse me? His name is Jeremy and he's a bulldog. Bulldogs have feelings too." I rolled my eyes. "Okay, keep talking to Jeremy while I read. Just make sure he doesn't bite me." I said, pulling out my sheet music. I pulled out my music for Let it Be and my flute. Even though I love my Soca, I have a weird love of old music, namely ABBA and The Beatles, but also really old classical pieces. I started working on it a day or two ago but one of the sections was a bit hard so I decided to go over that. I started getting frustrated so I pulled out All Star, and played that for a bit before I head thunder rumbling in the distance.

By now, Carson had fell asleep (as he always does for some reason) so I woke him up. "Carson! Wake up! It's gonna start raining," I said. He bolted awake and looked at the sky. "Wha- who- OH GODS! Violet, you scared me. We should get going." "That's what I SAID dude. Come on, we can hang out at my house." I said. "Er, no thanks, I have to get going. Uh, I have chores." Sure he did. "If you didn't want to come, you coulda said so. Bye!" I said. I felt a drop of water on my head as I ran as fast as I could to hopefully get home before it started pouring.
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AN: Sorry for the super awkward cutoff. If I made this any longer, this wouldn't be up for another like week. Bye y'all! Edit: I made typos and also I realized I wrote the story wrong and couldn't continue the way I wanted so I fixed it.