A Bow and A String

Chapter 1

I’ll stick around and see what happenz

Wait are you sure you want to sacrifice your breaks?  You can hang out with your friends and stuff.

 

When’s the break again?

We don’t have breaks during auditions.  But it’s always at around 4’oclock.

Ehh, nothing better to do anyways.  (If only you could see his writing.  I’m in love with his E’s)

Fine, fine. But I have no idea what to teach you.

I dunno either.  We’ll find something.

I guess so.  Who told you about this orchestra anyway?

A couple friends came here.  Thought I might give it a try.

I don’t mean to discourage you, but this class is really boring.

Every class is boring.  I think I’ll survive.  Just killing time.

What do you do afterschool anyways? (Oh there I go with my anyways.  I used it twice already)

Nothing really, hanging out w/ friends I guess.

That sounds like fun? I usually go and do homework.  I live a boring life.  (Much, much regret here.  I really wanted to say I went to ASES, an afterschool program, but I don’t know what he would think of me after.)

Same here, your brother’s new? What grade’s he in?

Yeah, he is.  Fourth.

Nice I’ll be right back.

        Now, here was when I became a bit paranoid.  I questioned myself so much without his presence.  Was I boring?  He left with the young cello player, who I assumed went to the same school.  They walked out of the classroom together, not with their belongings, so I suppose they weren’t leaving.  A while after, I realized I needed some fresh air, so I wrote something down and placed it on his seat in case he came back before me.

 

Yeah me too.

        I came back before he did, but just by a minute or two.  The notepad was gone, and I heaved a sigh.  Tawny looked at me with playful eyes and mine did a little roll.  I did not have time for this.  After much pleading, she gave it back and I handed it to Anthony.  As he wrote, I absentmindedly played with the pages of my book. 

Sorry and I miss much?

Just the fact that everyone seems to want to tease me today.  Leaving soon?

Class ends soon right?

        By now, he had picked up his things and slung his backpack over his shoulder. 

 

Yes it does.  And someone’s going to pick you up soon?

 

Walking home.  See you next week?

        He stood and walked across the room to his friend, who looked vaguely familiar.  I desperately tried to tell him that next week was also auditions, but he just simply waved it off and assured to see me the week after.  After he walked out of the door, I felt like someone dumped weight onto my shoulders.  I really do enjoy his company.  I traced his last words on the page before packing up and leaving myself. 

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Author's Noteeeee cx

Cello, my dear :D  ~Anchovy 

My beautiful readers, let me introduce you to my Anchovy, whom in which decided to insert himself into my author's note. 

Anywaaaays, cello there! (Yes, i said cello) If you cannot tell already, this is written in my perspective.  I'm Kaitlyn or Kiwi, however you would like to call me.  Actually, call me Kaitlyn or Kait because only Anchovy calls me Kiwi.  Oh gosh, I need to focus on the topic. I do have my own account and so does Anchovy.  We decided to make a collab account and write about our experiences from the day we met until now.  I have a feeling this may turn out to be a series or whatnot because one work will not summarize all the moments we shared, share, and will share.  I feel like this is getting too long and i'm boring you sooooo erm bye bye? See you in the next chapter maybe :D