Three-Ally

The music flowed through me, through my veins, through my whole being blocking everything else in the world out. My violin was as much a part of me as everything. Music is what kept me sane…but something was nagging at the back of my mind that moment. Something’s wrong, I thought. I could feel it almost as if there was somebody like me in the-but it wasn’t my problem. Nobody here knew, this was the only school where nobody ever questioned me about what made me different besides from the fact that I was apparently poor and for that they never let me it live down. I was probably just on edge because of the bad spring weather.

I was just about to begin playing a piece that I had written when the door banged open and a whole bunch of students burst through. Apparently I was indeed in the wrong place at the wrong time, and I hoped I didn’t get caught skipping class though I doubted that anybody would care since a fight had broken out which explained the rude entrance.

I wanted to just slip out unnoticed but that was never an option when a fight had broken out, not even in Royal Hills where fights rarely ever happened.

Everybody’s inner and outer voices were screaming the same things save for the one victim. It was a new voice I’d never heard before, a boy’s voice.

People were on him now, punching and kicking and yelling like animals. The fact that the snooty Royal Hills students were physically hurting him was actually pretty odd. They usually preferred to insult you with semi-harsh-trying-to-be-snide remarks on how poor you were or how what you were wearing was “so last year” typical for them you’d guess, so when I saw everybody kicking and punching I was kind of proud to see that they had the ability to be tough…it’s what they began to yell that alarmed me.