Hi everyone! :-) Katie here. Well, this is the story of my flute. Her full name is Bella Aphrodite Belleretena Lo**** (my last name is not common so I won't put it in here) but I call her Bella Belleretena.
Chapter One: The giving
Before I was Bella Aphrodite Belleretena Lo****, I was just the flute. Okay, I'm a Gemeinhardt 22SP with a gold lip plate. I'm very pretty, not to be egotistical. I've got everything a flute player needs.
Anyway, the men from Mel Owen and the woodwind band director, Mr. Rogers, were carrying me in my case to a girl who played the clarinet but had this mad desire to switch. We appeared in front of a Language Arts classroom. Mr. Rogers knocked and the teacher let us in. He asked for Katie and she came up. He took her out in the hall and gave her me. I had not been out of my case yet, so Katie had no idea what I looked like. She was smiling all over, I could see from the tiny crack where you latched my case. She took me back into the classroom, set me down, and got her clarinet case and gave it to Mr. Rogers. They talked to her for a few minutes, and left.
At the beginning of the next period Katie opened my case. There I was. She gasped at my beauty. I squinted from the fluorescent light of the Social Studies classroom. Her friend, Michelle, peered into my case. Katie shut it and sat gazing. From what I've heard, she doesn't remember the rest of the day.
Chapter One: The giving
Before I was Bella Aphrodite Belleretena Lo****, I was just the flute. Okay, I'm a Gemeinhardt 22SP with a gold lip plate. I'm very pretty, not to be egotistical. I've got everything a flute player needs.
Anyway, the men from Mel Owen and the woodwind band director, Mr. Rogers, were carrying me in my case to a girl who played the clarinet but had this mad desire to switch. We appeared in front of a Language Arts classroom. Mr. Rogers knocked and the teacher let us in. He asked for Katie and she came up. He took her out in the hall and gave her me. I had not been out of my case yet, so Katie had no idea what I looked like. She was smiling all over, I could see from the tiny crack where you latched my case. She took me back into the classroom, set me down, and got her clarinet case and gave it to Mr. Rogers. They talked to her for a few minutes, and left.
At the beginning of the next period Katie opened my case. There I was. She gasped at my beauty. I squinted from the fluorescent light of the Social Studies classroom. Her friend, Michelle, peered into my case. Katie shut it and sat gazing. From what I've heard, she doesn't remember the rest of the day.