"Um, Mr. Lowell." It was Lisette. I let her ask her question. "Do you want vibrato on my solo?" What kind of question is that? Of course I want vibrato on that violin solo! The problem I have with most violin solos is the lack of vibrato.
"Yes. As much as you can." How do I turn a shy, but rather talented freshman into an excellent concertmaster? By bolstering her confidence, that's how. "You set the example for the rest of the violins."
This move will get me accused of nepotism, but Lisette was honestly the best out of all the violins. Not only did she play well, she had a good heart. I interviewed ten potential concertmaster candidates and most of them, from what I would tell, just wanted something to slap something on a resumé. Looking back, I remembered how unbearably arrogant I was in the past and I didn't want my students to have to suffer under that kind of leadership.
Lisette played again, this time with vibrato. We rejoined the others in time and I led them as a conductor. Alongside me, Lisette would lead with her violin. After running through and refining our solo viola (Kenji)'s entrance, I fixed some bowing problems in the cellos and the basses dragging so much that everyone was a measure behind. Kyle skipped one of his classes to rehearse the timpani and chimes parts with us. As usual, I made sure he didn't drown anyone out.
"I just want an excuse to get out of pre-calc." Kyle laughed.
Don't we all?
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
Monday, March 20, 2017
Not Forgotten (Landon)
I opened my door to find these two people just standing, staring at me blankly. It was raining. Obviously, if they didn't intend to do something important, they wouldn't be here.
"What do you want?" That deters a lot of the people who come to give me death threats. On the other hand, if they're radical true crime fans who want me to have their babies, I'm slamming the door in their faces. They looked at each other and decided to introduce themselves.
"I'm Juliette Kurfield with Daggerfall News."
"And?" Is this TMZ in disguise? It better not be. Juliette and her assistant looked too poised to be TMZ people.
"I'm here to interview you." Sounds good.
"Okay, but you must adhere to one condition: You cannot release any of this to TMZ, The Enquirer, or any similar "journalism" of that sort."
"Noted. I was sent to conduct research on school shootings." No. Not this. Anything but this. I started to smell smoke and burning flesh as the memories came back.
"Are you familiar with the Havencraft High School shooting?" Believe me, I was.
"Yes, I am."
"Why do you think Landon LaCoste did what he did?" This was getting worse and worse. Other than declaring my love for Steve wearing nothing but a rainbow loincloth, there were a thousand things I'd rather do than answer that question.
On one hand, I could just answer the question like anyone else and say "I don't know" or I could be honest and give others a perspective that seems to be a missing link. To be honest, I didn't really know why I did it myself. I guess it was a snowballing of a lot of things.
"Well, lucky for you, I am Landon LaCoste." My name sounded disgusting, but I put on the old Landon charm because I was useless without it. "It was a lot of things, but, mainly, I was sick of being pushed around by my peers and teachers. I thought I could show them that I was not to be messed with. I started stockpiling arrows and studying advanced combat techniques so that I could prove that, for once, I could do something right and maybe...not be forgotten." That made more sense in my head than it did coming out of my mouth. Now, there's nothing I wouldn't give to be forgotten since I was remembered in a way that I hated.
"How do you think future tragedies could be prevented?" It was her assistant this time, Xavier.
"It needs to start with one's self. I was warned about dying in a school shooting, but I wasn't warned that I could end up doing the killing. Instead of going on 'vigilante witch hunts' as one of my friends said, we should make sure that no one ends up like me."
"Thank you for your time." Juliette took off her press badge and slipped it into a pocket. "Now, I have another question to ask of you."
"And this is off the record, right?"
"Yes." I can't tell you how many times undercover Enquirer "reporters" had told me that my words would be off the record, but later ran off and blabbed about it to the world.
"How can I be sure of that?"
"Just trust us." They seemed pretty reputable.
"We're offering you a deal. You should get a public speaking gig talking about this stuff."
"Really?" Who would want to listen to me talk?
"You have a perspective that no one else has and can clear up a lot of misconceptions on school shootings. Your speeches could save lives." I could right the wrongs of my actions through...public speaking? Was it possible?
According to Juliette: Yes, it was.
"What do you want?" That deters a lot of the people who come to give me death threats. On the other hand, if they're radical true crime fans who want me to have their babies, I'm slamming the door in their faces. They looked at each other and decided to introduce themselves.
"I'm Juliette Kurfield with Daggerfall News."
"And?" Is this TMZ in disguise? It better not be. Juliette and her assistant looked too poised to be TMZ people.
"I'm here to interview you." Sounds good.
"Okay, but you must adhere to one condition: You cannot release any of this to TMZ, The Enquirer, or any similar "journalism" of that sort."
"Noted. I was sent to conduct research on school shootings." No. Not this. Anything but this. I started to smell smoke and burning flesh as the memories came back.
"Are you familiar with the Havencraft High School shooting?" Believe me, I was.
"Yes, I am."
"Why do you think Landon LaCoste did what he did?" This was getting worse and worse. Other than declaring my love for Steve wearing nothing but a rainbow loincloth, there were a thousand things I'd rather do than answer that question.
On one hand, I could just answer the question like anyone else and say "I don't know" or I could be honest and give others a perspective that seems to be a missing link. To be honest, I didn't really know why I did it myself. I guess it was a snowballing of a lot of things.
"Well, lucky for you, I am Landon LaCoste." My name sounded disgusting, but I put on the old Landon charm because I was useless without it. "It was a lot of things, but, mainly, I was sick of being pushed around by my peers and teachers. I thought I could show them that I was not to be messed with. I started stockpiling arrows and studying advanced combat techniques so that I could prove that, for once, I could do something right and maybe...not be forgotten." That made more sense in my head than it did coming out of my mouth. Now, there's nothing I wouldn't give to be forgotten since I was remembered in a way that I hated.
"How do you think future tragedies could be prevented?" It was her assistant this time, Xavier.
"It needs to start with one's self. I was warned about dying in a school shooting, but I wasn't warned that I could end up doing the killing. Instead of going on 'vigilante witch hunts' as one of my friends said, we should make sure that no one ends up like me."
"Thank you for your time." Juliette took off her press badge and slipped it into a pocket. "Now, I have another question to ask of you."
"And this is off the record, right?"
"Yes." I can't tell you how many times undercover Enquirer "reporters" had told me that my words would be off the record, but later ran off and blabbed about it to the world.
"How can I be sure of that?"
"Just trust us." They seemed pretty reputable.
"We're offering you a deal. You should get a public speaking gig talking about this stuff."
"Really?" Who would want to listen to me talk?
"You have a perspective that no one else has and can clear up a lot of misconceptions on school shootings. Your speeches could save lives." I could right the wrongs of my actions through...public speaking? Was it possible?
According to Juliette: Yes, it was.
Sunday, March 19, 2017
Caitgate Opinions (Mark)
A/N: This story is written in the style of a vlog transcript.
All right! We're back and ready to discuss the hot, new scandal #Caitgate. Now, what is Caitgate? I'll tell you.
Caitgate technically started when the disability organization Respect Ability Minecraft harassed Caitlin Netherfield, a well-known figure in our public lives, to the point where she got severely depressed and committed suicide by jumping off a building. However, the precursors have been around long before then, so let's check some of those out.
Here are screenshots of some things she said.
"If you need to use your disability to get people to respect you, chances are ableism is not the problem you face. #disability #ableism #didactic"
"I don't support going witch hunts to deal with weapon violence at schools. This is an issue we should approach using compassion, not some vigilante justice system. #havencraft #schoolshooting"
"Seizures suck, am I right? 😛 #epilepsy #seizures"
I have responses to each of these three Tweets from the organization.
"They're not going to respect us either way, so why not make things easier on ourselves?"
"We believe that *URL censored* deserves the death sentence for his actions."
"You shouldn't be so glib about a serious issue. Go kill yourself."
After she got attacked similarly via live Twitter feed on this news channel, Caitlin began expressing feelings of worthlessness as evidence by this Tweet.
"I'm a burden. I'm not worth what I make teaching music and I'm certainly not worth all the medical bills. *URL censored* isn't that right?
So, like any good journalist (I use this term loosely), I interviewed Steve on the matter. He said that Caitlin, quote, "already had low self-esteem to begin with" and that "the online attacks made a problem that she already had even worse."
Now, I'm no psychologist, but, though personal experience, I know that a lot of people with disabilities tend to have low self-esteem. The fact that a disability organization had the nerve to attack one of the people it claims to support speaks to what their true narrative really is. Respect Ability Minecraft's narrative is one of control and censorship rather than one of "empowerment for all disabled", which is their motto.
In other words? Respect Ability Minecraft shot the albatross and I hope this case rots on their necks.
All right! We're back and ready to discuss the hot, new scandal #Caitgate. Now, what is Caitgate? I'll tell you.
Caitgate technically started when the disability organization Respect Ability Minecraft harassed Caitlin Netherfield, a well-known figure in our public lives, to the point where she got severely depressed and committed suicide by jumping off a building. However, the precursors have been around long before then, so let's check some of those out.
Here are screenshots of some things she said.
"If you need to use your disability to get people to respect you, chances are ableism is not the problem you face. #disability #ableism #didactic"
"I don't support going witch hunts to deal with weapon violence at schools. This is an issue we should approach using compassion, not some vigilante justice system. #havencraft #schoolshooting"
"Seizures suck, am I right? 😛 #epilepsy #seizures"
I have responses to each of these three Tweets from the organization.
"They're not going to respect us either way, so why not make things easier on ourselves?"
"We believe that *URL censored* deserves the death sentence for his actions."
"You shouldn't be so glib about a serious issue. Go kill yourself."
After she got attacked similarly via live Twitter feed on this news channel, Caitlin began expressing feelings of worthlessness as evidence by this Tweet.
"I'm a burden. I'm not worth what I make teaching music and I'm certainly not worth all the medical bills. *URL censored* isn't that right?
So, like any good journalist (I use this term loosely), I interviewed Steve on the matter. He said that Caitlin, quote, "already had low self-esteem to begin with" and that "the online attacks made a problem that she already had even worse."
Now, I'm no psychologist, but, though personal experience, I know that a lot of people with disabilities tend to have low self-esteem. The fact that a disability organization had the nerve to attack one of the people it claims to support speaks to what their true narrative really is. Respect Ability Minecraft's narrative is one of control and censorship rather than one of "empowerment for all disabled", which is their motto.
In other words? Respect Ability Minecraft shot the albatross and I hope this case rots on their necks.
Thursday, March 16, 2017
The Award (Steve)
I want blood.
Having been seeing red for the past few days, I went on a sword fighting spree the night before, ended up getting ten iron ingots and five pairs of dented gold boots from it, and failed to sleep properly. I sat down to a Skype meeting about yet another academic award. (Really?)
"This award," our principal declared, "is different from all other awards." He says that about every award, but it's all the same. Who's in twenty different activities? Who has a solid 9999.0 unweighted GPA? Who can put up the veneer and not let it crack at all costs? "This is the Steve award and it is to be given to two students who displays true heroism: one in high school and one in middle school." The criteria likely go against everything I stand for; the award's probably going to go to some contest combat kid. "Our middle school candidates are Adrian Roth and Estelle Messina and our high school candidates are Ayako Miyazawa and Adrienne Weiss. Please decide between the two candidates one at a time and we'll go from department to department starting with English and ending with fine arts."
I nearly spit my coffee out. I asked why she qualified for the award. The others all had something positive to say about her, but I saw no semblance of heroism in what they said. It was all the same 9999.0 unweighted GPA stuff. Like a coward would, she probably cheated in half of those classes. I overhear stuff about using Slader to do homework in all the time from the band, so it's pretty likely that the orchestra does it too.
My blood boiled as the other teachers practically sang praises to Adrienne. She had them all under her thumb, her cowardly, switchblade-pulling thumb. After the choir director said she had to go with Adrienne because of she had some sort of beef with Ayako, I took a deep breath and told them why Ayako should receive the award. I know next to nothing about Ayako apart from the fact that she plays second clarinet in band, but I did see a similar-looking girl posting lists of suicide hotlines in the halls.
When I said that Ayako should receive the award, the other teachers stared at me as if I had suddenly switched to Chinese. They all told me how great Adrienne was and how she had the Code of Honorable Combat memorized. (How ironic.) At this point, I had a choice. Do I show them the switchblade or do I not? Although I was tempted to expose the Adrienne behind the charming girl everyone else knew, I believe in dealing with disciplinary issues personally and privately, so I just praised Ayako's initiative instead.
I nearly spit my coffee out. I asked why she qualified for the award. The others all had something positive to say about her, but I saw no semblance of heroism in what they said. It was all the same 9999.0 unweighted GPA stuff. Like a coward would, she probably cheated in half of those classes. I overhear stuff about using Slader to do homework in all the time from the band, so it's pretty likely that the orchestra does it too.
My blood boiled as the other teachers practically sang praises to Adrienne. She had them all under her thumb, her cowardly, switchblade-pulling thumb. After the choir director said she had to go with Adrienne because of she had some sort of beef with Ayako, I took a deep breath and told them why Ayako should receive the award. I know next to nothing about Ayako apart from the fact that she plays second clarinet in band, but I did see a similar-looking girl posting lists of suicide hotlines in the halls.
When I said that Ayako should receive the award, the other teachers stared at me as if I had suddenly switched to Chinese. They all told me how great Adrienne was and how she had the Code of Honorable Combat memorized. (How ironic.) At this point, I had a choice. Do I show them the switchblade or do I not? Although I was tempted to expose the Adrienne behind the charming girl everyone else knew, I believe in dealing with disciplinary issues personally and privately, so I just praised Ayako's initiative instead.
Friday, March 10, 2017
Fair and Foul (Mark)
"What kind of flimsy sophistry does Respect Ability Minecraft believe in? I mean, the #Caitgate tag is trending and its idiot supporters keep trying to justify the organization's driving Caitlin into suicide." Across from me, Landon sipped his espresso. I wondered how he could stomach the stuff without adding any cream.
"In this world, fair is foul and foul is fair." I will never understand why some people insist that they're right simply because they claim to support a certain group of people and then end up not doing it.
"And it's a fair and foul day today."
"How so?"
"Excuse me." Landon left in a hurry. Judging by the placement of his fork and knife, I knew he would return soon. Though we had little to discuss, I was glad to talk to him. I checked my phone notifications. Steve tweeted a few things. The first one caught my eye, so I read it.
Turns out I'm bi. Funny thing is, high school me seemed to be as straight as a ruler. #bisexual #lol #lgbt #what #wow (rainbow flag spam)
Ranging from "Oh, cool. Me too," to various biphobic comments about gay erasure to quotes about rape statistics, the responses were a mixed bag. My only concern is that Steve and every person who has ever made eye contact with him will get harrassed by TMZ "reporters". I read the Caitgate tag.
@SteveDoesTrumpet You're a homophobic ableist. That's why you side with Caitlin in #caitgate.
@respectabilityminecraft Maybe I'd support you if you weren't responsible for her suicide. #caitgate
@SteveDoesTrumpet She brought it on herself.
@respectabilityminecraft Then why did so many people troll the live Twitter feed during this interview? (link to the video)
@SteveDoesTrumpet Because she was weak.
@respectabilityminecraft Then why didn't you stick to your motto, "Empowerment for All Disabled", and, I don't know, empower Caitlin?
@SteveDoesTrumpet Because she was human passing.
@respectabilityminecraft #TeamCaitlinFTW
Landon returned, took a seat, and downed the rest of his second espresso. He ordered a third and, this time, he added cream.
"I have a crush on Steve." Whoa. I did not see that coming.
"Who doesn't?" I'm sure a lot of people were pining after Steve, but most of them just wanted the secondhand glory. Landon's earnestness indicated that he wasn't after glory.
"What should I do? It seems so inappropriate that I have romantic feelings in these circumstances. I mean, I chickened out the last time I tried to say something."
"Just ask him again." As you can tell, I'm terrible at relationship advice.
"And humiliate myself? No thanks."
"Give it a chance. He might feel the same way about you."
Wednesday, March 8, 2017
Getting Her Back (Jordan)
It was 9:00 AM. Alex hadn't eaten breakfast yet, which was odd considering that she was usually hungry at all hours of the day. I've been calling everywhere hoping to find another vocal teacher for her, but everyone who's good is booked to the gills and everyone who's available is someone I would not let Alex within ten chunks of.
I tried calling her down. She wouldn't come. That means one of two things: She's trying my patience or she's ill. I guessed that it was the former. I went to her room where she lay with her eyes open and her blanket wrapped tightly around her body. Alex only does that when she's sick, which was a sign that something was really wrong. I tried to touch her, but she retracted. Alex refused contact only one other time in her life and that was when a witch hit her in the chest with a splash potion of pain.
"Is everything okay?" Alex didn't answer. Something was really up. I offered a roll. She didn't take it. "Tu es malade?"
"Non."
"Come down and get something to eat. I made brioche."
"Je n'ai pas faim." Refusing fresh brioche? For breakfast? Something was very very wrong. I got a plate of rolls, some butter, and some jellies and left it for Alex to nibble on if her appetite returned.
I went back to working on my newest repair project: a regalia. A regalia is a sword that can turn from human to sword on command. This was obviously from another universe because the only best witches can do is make iron golems that turn into iron swords. And that's only the best witches who can do that.
Liz, said regalia, was with Dr. Lai at the moment to make sure nothing else was wrong. Having heard much positive feedback about his practice, I took her there. Aside, as far as I know, from a headache, some minor scrapes, and an intense bread craving, there were few complaints in the human department. The sword department, however, was another story. Liz was full of dents, rusted badly in one area, and covered in old blood stains. I don't know much else about her owner, but I know they've had a few nasty run-ins with some savory characters.
Mindcrack is going to get a piece of my mind. I've pulled Alex out for good and will re-enroll her if things improve, but for now, I'm just working on getting her back.
I tried calling her down. She wouldn't come. That means one of two things: She's trying my patience or she's ill. I guessed that it was the former. I went to her room where she lay with her eyes open and her blanket wrapped tightly around her body. Alex only does that when she's sick, which was a sign that something was really wrong. I tried to touch her, but she retracted. Alex refused contact only one other time in her life and that was when a witch hit her in the chest with a splash potion of pain.
"Is everything okay?" Alex didn't answer. Something was really up. I offered a roll. She didn't take it. "Tu es malade?"
"Non."
"Come down and get something to eat. I made brioche."
"Je n'ai pas faim." Refusing fresh brioche? For breakfast? Something was very very wrong. I got a plate of rolls, some butter, and some jellies and left it for Alex to nibble on if her appetite returned.
I went back to working on my newest repair project: a regalia. A regalia is a sword that can turn from human to sword on command. This was obviously from another universe because the only best witches can do is make iron golems that turn into iron swords. And that's only the best witches who can do that.
Liz, said regalia, was with Dr. Lai at the moment to make sure nothing else was wrong. Having heard much positive feedback about his practice, I took her there. Aside, as far as I know, from a headache, some minor scrapes, and an intense bread craving, there were few complaints in the human department. The sword department, however, was another story. Liz was full of dents, rusted badly in one area, and covered in old blood stains. I don't know much else about her owner, but I know they've had a few nasty run-ins with some savory characters.
Mindcrack is going to get a piece of my mind. I've pulled Alex out for good and will re-enroll her if things improve, but for now, I'm just working on getting her back.
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
A True Hero (Steve)
Help. Me.
No one did vibrato in the violin section. We were testing over Kokoro, our one performance number, because I sensed that the chair placement was way off. One of the seconds has the best bow control of anyone I've seen in this ensemble and the concertmaster has horrible intonation. Our cellists clearly had no idea what they were doing. Surprisingly, our violas were doing just fine. This arrangement of Kokoro featured the violas, which masked the fact that our violins' intonation was comparable to creeper dung.
I was about done with the first violins. Though I've haven't decided on a concertmaster yet, I had a few likely candidates: Kaitlyn Berg, Maxwell Cox, and Aliyah Zhu. All of them were well-qualified, but, seeing that I'm a concertmaster myself, none of them have what it truly takes. Aliyah's heart is with her flute in band, which was good, but why was she in the orchestra and not doing other flute stuff? Maxwell is busy with STEM and Kaitlyn is just plain mean-spirited. I could see her across from me with that saccharine smile of hers. However, the moment someone finished a test, she would start whispering comments to her stand partner, Adrienne. I overheard the name Lisette and something about yanking hair.
That brought me to the second violins. I tested until I saw a Lisette. There weren't many Lisettes in the world, let alone at Mindcrack, so I could only assume that this was who Kaitlyn and Adrienne were talking about. Lisette raised her bow and played her part almost perfectly. After giving her the music for the first part and telling her to play the solo, she soared. Something about the way she played transcended everything else I've heard so far and then the music stopped. I came back down from my musical high to see that Lisette was crying and not from the beauty of what she just played.
Kaitlyn snickered at Lisette's pain. I completely lost it. I just sent her out of the room and gave her a zero on her playing test. If there's one thing I do not take kindly to in the music world, it's sabotage. Music is about putting on your best show, not ruining someone else's. Being rather concerned, I pulled Lisette aside for a bit. She got out of her wheelchair and walked over to me. She had an odd gait, but it seemed to do the job for Lisette. I lowered the volume on my device to something barely above a whisper.
"What happened?"
"Someone yanked my hair while I was playing and now my wheelchair doesn't work. The wheels won't move." She hobbled over accordingly and showed me the problem at hand. The wheels would not budge. I looked at the axles. They were jammed with gum.
"What is that?" I pointed to her arm.
"Oh. I felt something stab me." She wiped the blood away, but it came back just as fast and ran down her arm. That wasn't a something. That was a someone. It was a switchblade wound. Switchblades are the weapons of cowards. They are rarely, if ever, used in any sort of honorable combat. Being largely tied to criminal activities, switchblades are banned on a variety of campuses. Mindcrack doesn't ban switchblades, only chemical and biological weapons. I made note of the other seconds and I was done with the tests. I had a good idea of what the violas, cellos, and basses would do.
Because I didn't want to risk her being around Adrienne any longer, I escorted Lisette to the nurse myself. She had red coppery hair the color of acacia wood and silver eyes. They almost looked unnatural, but they weren't piercing like gray eyes normally are. Instead, they looked especially soft and innocent. It wouldn't be an issue because the bell was four minutes from ringing.
About halfway down the hall, Lisette's wheelchair started falling apart. I looked more closely at it. A few key screws had been loosened with, from what I could tell, a bloody switchblade. Lisette handed me something and, instantly, my suspicions were confirmed. It was indeed a switchblade. It had no name, but it did have a poppy engraving. I'm not well-versed in engravings on weapons, but, generally, those with poppy engravings are not to be trusted.
I asked Lisette if she would be okay walking to the nurse. After she shook her head, I ended up carrying her to the nurse. I dropped her off and took the switchblade to the office.
After describing the incident for a bit, which was difficult because my device decided to rage quit on me in the middle of a sentence. How convenient.
When school got out, I got a notice in my inbox saying that the school would shut down for a week starting tomorrow. I saw Lisette with a cane and she thanked me for carrying her to the nurse's office.
"Not many people would do that. You're a true hero."
"Why not?"
"Well, it's because of my brother." She looked down shamefacedly. "You know about the Havencraft High School shooting?" I did, as a matter of fact. My school was shut down for the day because the shooter was in the area. "It was my brother who did that and I keep getting harassed because of it."
"And his name?"
"Landon LaCoste."
No one did vibrato in the violin section. We were testing over Kokoro, our one performance number, because I sensed that the chair placement was way off. One of the seconds has the best bow control of anyone I've seen in this ensemble and the concertmaster has horrible intonation. Our cellists clearly had no idea what they were doing. Surprisingly, our violas were doing just fine. This arrangement of Kokoro featured the violas, which masked the fact that our violins' intonation was comparable to creeper dung.
I was about done with the first violins. Though I've haven't decided on a concertmaster yet, I had a few likely candidates: Kaitlyn Berg, Maxwell Cox, and Aliyah Zhu. All of them were well-qualified, but, seeing that I'm a concertmaster myself, none of them have what it truly takes. Aliyah's heart is with her flute in band, which was good, but why was she in the orchestra and not doing other flute stuff? Maxwell is busy with STEM and Kaitlyn is just plain mean-spirited. I could see her across from me with that saccharine smile of hers. However, the moment someone finished a test, she would start whispering comments to her stand partner, Adrienne. I overheard the name Lisette and something about yanking hair.
That brought me to the second violins. I tested until I saw a Lisette. There weren't many Lisettes in the world, let alone at Mindcrack, so I could only assume that this was who Kaitlyn and Adrienne were talking about. Lisette raised her bow and played her part almost perfectly. After giving her the music for the first part and telling her to play the solo, she soared. Something about the way she played transcended everything else I've heard so far and then the music stopped. I came back down from my musical high to see that Lisette was crying and not from the beauty of what she just played.
Kaitlyn snickered at Lisette's pain. I completely lost it. I just sent her out of the room and gave her a zero on her playing test. If there's one thing I do not take kindly to in the music world, it's sabotage. Music is about putting on your best show, not ruining someone else's. Being rather concerned, I pulled Lisette aside for a bit. She got out of her wheelchair and walked over to me. She had an odd gait, but it seemed to do the job for Lisette. I lowered the volume on my device to something barely above a whisper.
"What happened?"
"Someone yanked my hair while I was playing and now my wheelchair doesn't work. The wheels won't move." She hobbled over accordingly and showed me the problem at hand. The wheels would not budge. I looked at the axles. They were jammed with gum.
"What is that?" I pointed to her arm.
"Oh. I felt something stab me." She wiped the blood away, but it came back just as fast and ran down her arm. That wasn't a something. That was a someone. It was a switchblade wound. Switchblades are the weapons of cowards. They are rarely, if ever, used in any sort of honorable combat. Being largely tied to criminal activities, switchblades are banned on a variety of campuses. Mindcrack doesn't ban switchblades, only chemical and biological weapons. I made note of the other seconds and I was done with the tests. I had a good idea of what the violas, cellos, and basses would do.
Because I didn't want to risk her being around Adrienne any longer, I escorted Lisette to the nurse myself. She had red coppery hair the color of acacia wood and silver eyes. They almost looked unnatural, but they weren't piercing like gray eyes normally are. Instead, they looked especially soft and innocent. It wouldn't be an issue because the bell was four minutes from ringing.
About halfway down the hall, Lisette's wheelchair started falling apart. I looked more closely at it. A few key screws had been loosened with, from what I could tell, a bloody switchblade. Lisette handed me something and, instantly, my suspicions were confirmed. It was indeed a switchblade. It had no name, but it did have a poppy engraving. I'm not well-versed in engravings on weapons, but, generally, those with poppy engravings are not to be trusted.
I asked Lisette if she would be okay walking to the nurse. After she shook her head, I ended up carrying her to the nurse. I dropped her off and took the switchblade to the office.
After describing the incident for a bit, which was difficult because my device decided to rage quit on me in the middle of a sentence. How convenient.
When school got out, I got a notice in my inbox saying that the school would shut down for a week starting tomorrow. I saw Lisette with a cane and she thanked me for carrying her to the nurse's office.
"Not many people would do that. You're a true hero."
"Why not?"
"Well, it's because of my brother." She looked down shamefacedly. "You know about the Havencraft High School shooting?" I did, as a matter of fact. My school was shut down for the day because the shooter was in the area. "It was my brother who did that and I keep getting harassed because of it."
"And his name?"
"Landon LaCoste."
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