School Writing

So, yeah, a lot of my friends have been posting stories that they wrote on their blogs, and we just learned about story writing in school, so I decided I'd publish my story here. I know it's not really that great, but, I felt like writing it. Well, here you go:

Better Off

By: Me!

Twoot! The final note of band practice cane out of Jordan's flute perfectly. Jordan, who was in first out of six chairs, took her time as she cleaned out and took apart her precious instrument. She glanced up just in time to see Emilee, the shyest of the flutists, approach their director, Mr. Jones. Jordan watched curiously as they exchanged a few words. Then Mr. Jones surprised everyone by announcing that Emilee had decided to leave the group, and that this would be her last rehearsal. Emilee stared at the floor. Jordan stared at Emilee. The whole room went silent. They all knew that she wanted to leave because 3 months back, her family had found out that her younger brother had cancer, and, since then, she had fallen from third to sixth chair. Jordan only knew that she had to talk to Emilee before she got on the bus and it was too late. She shoved the last of her sheet music into her backpack and hurried after the distraught flutist.

"Emilee? Emilee!" Jordan followed her until she turned around, "You can't quit! You know you can't! You're really good."

Emilee sighed, "I-I'm just not as good as I used to be...."

"I'll help you! Come to my house tonight! We can play together," There was no stopping Jordan now.

"Will you? Really?" Emilee's face lit up, "I still do really love to play. Oh, I'm so excited!"

So, later that night, Emilee arrived at Jordan's house with a great big smile on her face. When she left an hour later, she could play each of the band pieces perfectly.

The next day, Emilee cane over yet again to practice, but really the girls spent most of their time talking and giggling.

Just as Emilee began packing up her stuff and getting ready to go, the door bell rang. Jordan answered it and was surprised to find Becca, who happened second chair flutist and Jordan's next door neighbor.

Even before the door was completely opened, Becca started talking into Jordan's confused face, "There you are! Now don't pretend to be innocent! I know you're the one who broke my bedroom window last night!"

"What?" Jordan was shocked, "I can't have been breaking your window last night because I was here, practicing flute fingerings with Emilee! Besides, I'm your best friend!" She glanced at Emilee as she mentioned her.

She could tell it was too late-Emilee's shell of shyness had already enveloped her. Jordan was alone defending herself against her maniac of a neighbor.

Becca rambled throughout Jordan's thoughts, "What a dumb excuse! We both know she quit band yesterday! Well, at least now I know your guilt. I can turn you in to my parents!"

Just as Becca was turning to leave, all my hopes came true and Emilee spoke up.

"Jordan was helping me with my music. I can prove it!" It was then that Jordan noticed that Emilee hadn't really been putting her things away-she setting her stuff back up.

Becca, who was just as shocked as Jordan to hear Emilee speak out so boldly, could only stutter until she found the words, "Okay, Emilee. You play the flute trio perfectly-then, and only then, will I believe you two."

Emilee fished the music out of her folder as Jordan took a sharp breath in. How could Becca expect Emilee to be able to play that? That was the hardest piece in the entire program. It wasn't fair! Becca was desperate! Jordan gave Emilee a few final pointers concerning the song's hardest sections, then she sat back the notes as they emerged from Emilee's flute.

The first line came out precisely, so did the second. Jordan glanced at Becca warily. Becca's face was all lit up.

"What is that face for?" Jordan wondered to herself.

It was then that she realized that Becca was entranced because Emilee wasn't only playing notes-she was making music.

Every measure came out without a flaw and Emilee finished as strong as she started. Becca admitted that she had been wrong to assume Jordan's guilt. She apologized and left quickly.

Emilee put her things away for real this time. As she took apart her flute and cleaned it, she thanked Jordan for all her help, "You've helped me realize that I still got it!"

"No, thank you!" Jordan smiled, Had you not played for Becca, I'd have been grounded for a year!"

Emilee winked, "Hey, what are friends for?"

That night, Jordan thought about her day. She had made a new friend, but lost one too. That was okay, though-Becca had never been a true friend, she saw that now plainly. A true friend, she found, was one who would make a true sacrifice to help you. Jordan helped Emilee, Emilee helped Jordan. Jordan's kindness had truly gone full circle, and everyone was better off.

THE END!

Hope you like it,

Livie

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