Izzy Fauner’s curly dark brown hair bounced, as she got a seat right next to me. Her wide hazel eyes scanned across the class. The class was filled with all string instruments, including mine, the cello, and as well as Izzy’s, the violin. There were discordant noises, coming from some of the instruments, as well as some clattering of bows. Mr.Smith raised his voice in order for everyone to hear. “Now please quiet down,” Mr.Smith ordered. “ for me to tell you what you need to do in order to get into the Bay Area Orchestra.” At that moment, all sounds ceased. Most of us were here at this one week long camp for this, to get into the Bay Area Orchestra. Izzy nudged me, and whispered, “Zoe, look who is glaring at you!” I knew who she was talking about, right away. I looked her way, and there she was. Bonnie Davis, just as I suspected. As Bonnie saw me staring right back at her, she flipped her brown hair, with bleached blonde streaks, and her eyes went right away to Mr.Smith. Bonnie and I were never friends, the moment we met at camp. She was the only other cello competing for a spot in the Bay Area Orchestra, so she and I could never get along. …show more content…
Testing? Pieces? I had thought that this camp was just a preparation, not the actual test! “The test, will be tomorrow right after dinner ends.” Mr. Smith said, perching his glasses on his nose. Groans came all over the classroom. As I scanned the paper Mr.Smith had handed out, my face crumpled with