THE VIOLINIST
CHAPTER ONE
Sixteen year old Sarah Blackwell left the apartment she shared with her Aunt Delilah and almost fell flat on her face. What was that? She wondered looking down. She groaned when she saw a bunch of old beer bottles. Her aunt had been on a drinking spree again.
She sighed and picked up the bottles. Sarah hurried down the stairs,threw the bottles in the trash and made her way to school. Sometimes she wondered why she even bothered getting up. She was always late anyways.
The only highlight of school was her violin. The school only had one violin and since she was the only one who could play it,they had given it to her permanently. She kept it at the school for safekeeping. Sarah stopped and looked up. The school loomed over her and she sighed again. Another day of torture to get through.
She pushed open one of the double doors and steeled herself for the taunts that were sure to come. As soon as she walked in, Megan, a stuck-up popular rich kid strutted up to her. "Oh look it's loser girl." Her posse laughed with her.
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Good one." She kept walking.
Megan was going to follow, but she stopped when a teacher walked past. Megan sneered at Sarah and walked away. "See ya dweeb." She said over her shoulder.
Sarah trudged on through the rest of her school day, until finally it was time for Band. She entered the music room and went straight to where she kept her violin. As soon as she opened it she gasped. Her violin was completely ruined. It looked like someone had smashed it with a hammer. It was dented in so badly that it was hardly recognizable.
Megan appeared behind her. "What's the matter, loser?" She asked mockingly. "Something wrong?"
Sarah swung around to face her. "How could you?" She shouted, tears coming to her eyes. "What did I ever do to you?" She pushed past Megan and ran out of the room. She kept running, until she had reached her apartment.
Sarah flung herself on her bed and cried until she couldn't cry anymore. Her violin had been her only comfort in her life. After she finished crying she sat up. She knew her aunt would never buy her another violin. She would just have to find one herself.
Sarah pulled out her aunt's laptop and powered it up. As soon as it turned on, she went to Google and typed in used, cheap violins. She scrolled down until she saw one that caught her eye. It was in mint condition and the price was only fifty pounds. The seller was John Watson and he lived at 221B Baker Street. Sarah decided that she would go there tomorrow. Turning off the laptop, she smiled to herself. Maybe life wasn't so bad after all.
A.N- So this is my first chapter. It's pretty short,but later chapters will be longer. Let me know what you think :)