Orch Dorks

I must say, I am an Orch Dork (cellist to be exact) but I love it. Infact, I love nothing more! Music is my life. One Song is a story about a girl who fell in love with music, and can't help but love another boy in her class. Hope you guys enjoy!

Life

Caitlin is hating life, so please dont ask and dont bug

HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE

i wish i was dead

urgh...

>:(

One Song

Chapter One: Different

I hated my brown eyes. Blue would have been my first choice, or green like Dian's. I wouldn't even mind a deep chocolate brown. Anything but the mudish color I was stuck with.
Oh well, best not complain with what you got. When you have only one thing in the world you love nothing else really matters anymore.
The one thing I love more than anything else is music. Your probably thinking "What's wrong with you!" Truth is, I don't even know myself.
Orchestra is the only class I'm not on the verge of failing. Being first chair violinist in the top orchestra should be awesome, but it's not. Nothing it right with me I tell you!
Everyone else is jealous of my spot. I'm too shy to say hello. The only comfort I have, the only thing that is never disappointed in me, is my music.
Life is cruel, but when you have an escape route, it's bearable. When it comes to hard times, I'm your expert. Probably the only thing I'm and expert at. Sad isn't it? Welcome to my world.
Dian, my younger sister, was my closest friend. Most people don't have siblings as best friends, but like I said, I'm different.
She gets annoyed with me sometimes, though. And at those time I wonder if God really is up there. If he is, he must not notice me like every other important person.
How did I get myself out of this mess?

I didn't believe in fairy tales. I didn't read books. I wasn't good in any subject in school. You could say I'm pretty much useless. It was true, most of it was at least. I was just different. Was. I was different.
I didn't really do it.
It was one person. One person who saw through my sad self. Saw what good there was in me. Something I could never see in myself.
Who is this fairy godmother-like person? I told you I don't believe in fairy tales, but I'll tell you my story...

Chapter Two: Not a Chance
I looked at my schedule and smiled. Orchestra! I made my way through the crowded halls of Wind Brook High. It was the beginning of my Sophomore year and I was already in the top orchestra. You could say that's pretty amassing. To tell you the truth, it's nothing really. Seriously. I hardly did anything.
Mrs. Fishburn was at the orchestra room door welcoming the students back to school.
"Ah, Jennifer!" she cried as soon as she spied me. "Good to have you back. Did you have a good summer?"
"Fine," I responded, blushing. Everything made me blush.

The orchestra room looked the same as it always did. I smiled. Home.
"Alright!" Mrs. Fishburn boomed. Everyone took their seats. "Welcome back..." and off she went. It was her First-day-of-school-correct-classroom-behavior talk, "...this is Chamber, may if remind you. We expect great things!" Then she trotted to her office for handouts.
Everyone immediately started talking. Everyone except me. I sat in my chair looking around at the happy group.

A new kid sat with the cellos. He was tall and handsome with deep, fiery red hair that curled slightly. I gaped at him. He was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen! Then I remembered. Earth to Jenny! Wake up! Look at who you are, need I remind you?
Oh yeah.
I had no chance with a guy like that.
"Let's take out our instruments," Mrs. Fishburn cried. Yes! The best part of orchestra

I was the first one at the violin rack. I couldn't help but grin as I ripped open my case, fixed my shoulder rest, cradled the violin between chin and collar bone, placed bow on string.

It's sound was rich. Automatically I zoomed into my favorite piece. The rhythm flowed beautifully. My left hand shifted back and forth with notes, and quivered as I did vibrato. The bow stroked with a velvet sound.
Someone whispered. Then I realized who I was, where I was, and what I was doing. Everyone had their eyes on me. Some with unhappy faces. My cheeks blazed as I set my violin in my lap, and hung my head in shame. Tears snuck into my eyes. This was horrible. The one place I feel safe I don't even belong. People still thought I was some kind of musical prodigy.
Seconds past, each one seemed to be a year. When would Mrs. Fishburn just come back? The awkward silence grew.

"Wow, that was good," a voice said above me. I looked up to see him, smiling the most gorgeous smile.

"Thanks," I mumbled, my blush deepened. He stayed there as if waiting for me to say something else. "What instrument do you play?" The first thing that popped into my mind. What? That's the stupidest question ever!
"Cello," he replied, simply. "Oh, got to run. I'm Ian by the way."

My Writing

This is for my books that I will eventually finish and get published.

There are allot of ideas that I get, and I try to write them down.

Sometimes, the time just doesn't come.

Currently, I have these books in full idea:
Everlight
Wolf Moon
Utopia
Love and Loss
One Song