Enemies and Violins
I came home from school, tired and exhausted. I walked across The hallway to my room. I heard the music as I entered the room, but all that was there was a violin, lay there with its back on the bare floorboards. I carefully picked it up and cradled it as I sat down on my bed. Memories flooded into my mind at the instant. I used to play the violin, but I stopped year ago. I had a best friend I would practice with. she die in a car accident with her family . We used to play together, but sometimes I played solos. I was maybe hallucinating, so I took a nap to clear my head. I woke up dazed and confused.
The violin is gone! it can’t be fake. It felt real and solid in my hands. Mom’s home. I can tell because of the noise
I came home from school, tired and exhausted. I walked across The hallway to my room. I heard the music as I entered the room, but all that was there was a violin, lay there with its back on the bare floorboards. I carefully picked it up and cradled it as I sat down on my bed. Memories flooded into my mind at the instant. I used to play the violin, but I stopped year ago. I had a best friend I would practice with. she die in a car accident with her family . We used to play together, but sometimes I played solos. I was maybe hallucinating, so I took a nap to clear my head. I woke up dazed and confused.
The violin is gone! it can’t be fake. It felt real and solid in my hands. Mom’s home. I can tell because of the noise