My First Violin

My hands were playing with the white form in my hands, as we reached to Hollyrood, the music building in time for our lesson.
"Now what?" I muttered.
The office opposite our classroom had no one in it, as I knocked on it impatiently.
"Just go in..." my friend whispered frantically as footsteps were heard coming down the corridor.
I crept into the old office as I placed the instrument lesson envelope on the table, before heading out as soon as possible, leaving the door slightly ajar.
Based on a true story, with names changed, is about a girl the age of 14, who had many doubts on herself, especially on the way people thought of her. The violin, such a magical instrument, is indeed hard when you first handle it. But even though I'm nowhere near the stage of an professional violinist... this is my story, of how my ongoing violin journey began.