Broken Strings

Who was playing that day? And why can't Eleanor forget the tune?


2. Phrase

“Is that him?”
“I think so!”
“Do you think he’s sports?”
“Naah, he looks more fashion.”
“Imagine if he picks me!”
The ocean of comments flooded the classroom as the students began to gossip. Every term, Woodward Academy would be visited by various scouts who would select two students from their subject to attend a private boarding school on a fully paid scholarship.

“Maybe he’s from music” someone said, chuckling and taking the seat next to Eleanor. She turned and frowned at the apparently orange girl. “You think?” Eleanor inquired, looking over her shoulder at a group of similarly orange girls with matching hair-styles. “Oh yeah...” the girl nodded smiling rather too broadly. “And maybe he’s going to come and save you from that little hut you call a house and take you away to a better place Eleanor!” it became evident that the girl was being sarcastic for the amusement of her clones. Eleanor scowled and stood up just before the bell rang for first lesson. “Bye Eleanor! See you tomorrow!” The girl called out as Eleanor left, barely disguising her laughter.

It wasn’t just her tutor class. The whole of Eleanor’s school was buzzing with news of the scout. However, it wasn’t until 3rd period that any of this gossip interested Eleanor. She was sat in the library writing an essay when George came skidding into the silent room. “Ellie!” he panted, pulling her up to her feet. “He’s here for music Ellie!” she stared at him blankly for a few seconds. “Music! As in our subject!” he shouted urgently at her. She stared at him silently; the information registering in her head. George took her by the hand and dragged her out of the room and down corridors before she managed to speak:

“I haven’t got my violin.”

There. In 5 words Eleanor had changed her fate forever.

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