One year ago...
I just saw the results of the Select Ensemble Orchestra auditions. I remember playing. I may have tried hard, but it wasn't to my full potential. Ever since I got the music, I practiced three hours each day with my viola. Although there were many good auditionees, I naively hoped that I still had a chance. Bracing myself, I slowly looked up at the blinding white sheet contrasting to the dark red walls of our middle school. Scanning for my name, I sighed. "Maybe next year," I sighed to my best friends, Francesca Brooks and Claire Storm.
Franchesca and Claire exchanged solemn looks before saying, "There is always next year! You will definitely get in for our last year." Both girls plastered fake smiles on their faces.
"Yeah," I muttered, smiling softly. The three of us headed out to see the sun already setting, leaving a trail of red, orange, and yellow light behind it. As we walked down the long, winding sidewalk, we smiled, fake or not.
Time skip, present...
It was two weeks until the next select orchestra auditions. My life was mostly practicing for auditions, I practiced, worked hard, and became better. At least that's what people tell me. A lot of thoughts cross my mind, what if
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There is a lower percentage of her dying, so she should be fine." My dad said, his usual boisterous voice now soft and shaking. The whole family stayed in the hospital as much as possible, as a result we basically lived there. The only time a family member left was when my mom or dad needed to buy food. For the moment, I was off school. The four of us, me, mom, dad, and Snow, would live off whatever was bought in the morning. Occasionally, I saw Franchesca and Claire when they visited, but they couldn't come that often because they had a lot of school work. Even Snow was sad, but she did her best to cheer us up. The minutes felt like hours, hours felt like days, we were all so