Disclaimer: I do not own School of Rock.
This was inspired by an incident with a violin and Ebay.
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It's just sitting there, in its case, leering at me, staring at me with its invisible eyes. I can feel its intensifying stare, like a heavy weight on my shoulders.
Just looking at it, even a fleeting glance makes anger course throughout my veins, pumping around my body and through my heart and soul.
It makes me want to throw it, hit it with something. Just to stop it from sitting there, in it's perfect glory. Mocking me, for all my life has ever been for.
I know I've asked the nurse to move, more than once, but she never does. I don't know why. No one at this place acknowledges me, like I'm some kind of shadow.
Even though I've been here for nearly 6 months, they keep on forgetting me, and always ask if I'm new. None of them recognize me from anywhere else. They act as if they never saw me around town, with the band or anybody else.
The band. I've no idea where they are now. Not a clue. In the newspapers I saw Summer, doing something or other to do with politics. Freddy was caught by the police some time back, and I haven't heard of him since.
They've all grown up now, forgotten everything from when they were young, everything that they were for at the time, everything that they're now against.
When I came here they confiscated all my CD's, my records, my equipment, stating that it would disturb my "neighbours".
That is, they confiscated everything except for the little thing that is in my room, in my corner at this very moment, mocking me right now.
My guitar.
AN: The END!please tell my what you think of it. And tell me who you think the person is and what the place is.
MFB