I clutched my violin case ever tighter as I followed my guide through the cold stone hallways. It wasn't just that I was scared, although I was scared. It was my first time away from home for more than a month, and I knew no one. Of course I was scared. But more than that, it was a sense of being watched, the roaring pressure of thousands of eyes pushing in on me and making judgments. It sounded like a low throb of drums in my head, a frantic, deep ostinato from basses and cellos, scattered notes overlapping into a crescendo of horns and woodwind, and above it all -- above it all, the sweet, soft whisper of a violin, a friendly gaze, a smile amid the stares. I raised my head from the notes I hadn't realized I'd been taking to see a short Asian boy duck his head shyly. He gave a tiny wave and grinned silently.
"Come on," my guide, an older boy, said impatiently. "Your dorm is just over that way."
I switched my violin to my other hand and followed him down the hall.
That was short! Just had to get Lewis situated in his new school before the drama really starts. I can't wait! Next chapter will probably be Christian or Danny.
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How We All Fell Apart
Short StoryMy entry into the PicAStory competition. They were a good family. Oh, they had their fights, and the twins couldn't get along for more than in hour, in the true nature of siblings, but they were a good family. They were generally civil, and their fi...
