Everyone was in homeroom waiting until we were going to find out which class we had for our last period. Everyone was excited. They were all talking about which ones they picked and about the class in general.

"I don't really understand the last period class," a girl in the class with brown hair says.

"You have one class last period which you choose. You pick your top three and you will be in one of them," another girl with white looking hair says.

"I think I get that part," the girl with brown hair says.

"You get randomly put into a class. It is based on availability," the girl with white looking hair says.

"For the music classes you get put in based on how quickly you turned it in," says a girl with glasses.

I stop listening to the rest of their conversation and wait until we find out what class we will be in for last period.

"Everyone line up!" Mrs. Westbrook.

Everyone soon lines up and then we start walking to the auditorium. Everyone seems excited and nervous because we will learn what our last period class will be. When we get to the auditorium, it is obvious that everyone is excited and nervous.

Everyone in the class sits in the auditorium and I watch as more classes come in and start to sit down. Doing this distracts me from my nervousness, agony, and how I am excited.

Once all the classes are in the auditorium, all I can think about is hoping I will be in violin. I would get to see my crush every week day! I could get close to my crush and we could become friends.

From the row in front of me, Jacob asks, "What where your three choices?" he asks.

I hesitate before saying, "Violin was my number 1."

"Nice. Mine was piano," he says.

Another boy in my grade says, "I picked piano too!"

A good friend of mine named Sydney says, "I also picked piano."

A boy named John says, "Wait. You all picked piano? I did too!"

Oh no. I feel bad! I'm the only one who didn't pick piano! I feel left out. At least they have a higher chance of being in piano than if I was doing piano.

A teacher starts saying which classes we are in for last period. I don't plan on listening, but I end up anyways. I guess it might be useful to know who's in what class for last period.

The teacher says, "The people in 7th grade art will be Lily Karzen, Amy Charles..." I stop listening as this is boring.

The teacher finally says all of the people in orchestra. I feel excited when I learn that I will be in the orchestra. I see someone who looks disappointed, but I don't care. All that matters is that I am in orchestra.

"Now I will say the people who will be in violin," she starts to say names and I finally hear my name, "Kaitlyn Summers."

After the teachers tells all of us the classes we will be in, the girl who was asking about the last period class earlier comes up to me.

"Why?!" she says.

"Huh?" I say.

"Why?" she says running out of the auditorium.

I think about whether I should follow her or not. I finally decide to go after her so I run after her out of the auditorium. Luckily no teachers noticed that the two of us left. I just needed to know what she was meaning.

I see her wipe her eyes and it looks like she was crying.

"What did you mean?" I ask.

"What are you talking about?" she says.

"I don't know what you mean," I say.

"You know exactly what I mean!" she says angrily.

"I seriously don't," I say.

"Wow. You're such a liar," she sneered.

"I'm not a liar! I don't know what you mean!" I yell back.

"Yeah? You really don't?" she said angrily.

"No. I don't," I say.

"Fine. I'll say it. Violin," she says.

"Huh? What about the violin?" I say.

"It's all your fault!" she yells.

"Quiet. Let's try not to be heard," I say.

"I don't care," she says.

"What is my fault?" I asked in an angry voice.

"You. If you hadn't picked violin, maybe I would have been in it!" she says angrily as it looks like she might start to cry.

"I'm sorry," I apologize.

"There are no apologies. Tell the teachers you quit violin!" she yells quieter this time.

"No! I don't want to quit violin!" I say.

"You will or else," she threatens.

"I'm not quitting," I say.

She takes the violin on the ground which I assume she put there. I didn't really notice it before. Then she starts to play the violin as beautiful as I have ever heard. It makes me want to change my mind. At the same time, it reminds me of my crush and how I have only talked to him once. I can't change my mind! I want to be with my crush! I can't...

"Does that change your mind?" the girl asks once she is done playing.

"No... No..." I say starting to cry.

"What?' she says a little angrily.

"It was so beautiful... It reminds me... It reminds me... It reminds me of my crush. It reminds me of how I don't know him. All the mistakes..." I say with tears falling down my cheeks.

"That's why you should quit violin," she says.

"No... I can't... I... I'm sorry. I hope you can understand. I really can't. There are things in life I want..." I say.

"Well ditch your plans in life!" she says as I realize she is crying.

"My plans... they are important to me. If I don't achieve them, I may regret for the rest of my life. I hope you understand how important they are to me," I say.

"Fine," she replies.

Then she takes her violin and bow and walks out the building. I see her stop to look at the building. After standing there for at least 20 seconds, she turns around and walks away.

"Did I upset her that much?" I say to myself.

She left, didn't she? I doubt she is coming back. She probably only wants to play violin in life. She must have started playing a long time ago...

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