This is a continuation of my previous post, The dying cat part 1.
There was a baby crying somewhere on the street. It was an annoying sound. Kind of like a cat, really. Violins sound like cats too. But violins are lighter than babies. I think they are, anyway. Well, today my violin feels really light. Really really light, in fact.
Hang on a minute…
“We have to go back!” I told🦉. Her eyes were suddenly wide with fear and realisation.
And just like that we were running. Running to save our bits of tree that you play with a stick and some horsehair.
When we got back to the school gates, they were closed and the playground was totally empty. I guess no one wanted to hang around if they didn’t need to. Still puffing and panting, we tried in vain to push open the gates. But they wouldn’t budge. Then I spotted a button on the right hand side of the gate. Next to it was a place to speak into. I glanced at 🦉. I could tell she was thinking the same thing as I was.
We walked up to the button-speaky thing and stared at it. Surely we just had to press the button and speak to the person in the reception? But what if it wasn’t to speak to the reception person? What if the headmaster was there in the button-speaky thing? Or even worse, a rugby teacher?!
A last dawdling year ten spotted us and rolled his eyes, coming over.
“Just press the button.” He sighed.
So we did.
The person in reception sounded all crackly, like the people on old-fashioned radios.
“ʸᵉˢ? ᵂʰᵒ ⁱˢ ⁱᵗ?”
“Um… we’re students here.” I told the crackly lady, “We forgot our violins.”
“ᴼᵏ, ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵒⁿ ⁱⁿ.”
🦉 looked at me and raised her eyebrows, then pushed open the big black gate. We walked towards the school building, staring around us at the emptiness. The door to the staircase was unlocked, and it swung open when we pulled on it, so we slipped straight in.
“We should hurry,” 🦉 whispered. “Or I’ll be late for my violin lesson.”
Speeding up, we climbed to the second floor, where the music room was, and pulled our violin cases out from the shelf. There was no one around. In the music room it was silent and lonely, except for the trees whooshing around outside the window. 🦉 and I clattered down the stairs, trying not to make too much of a noise with our hard school shoes. We were slowed down by our heavy violin cases, but made it out of the gates pretty quickly.
I glanced at my watch. “We’re ten minutes later than usual,” I said, biting my lip anxiously. “I think we’ll be able to make it though.”
🦉 nodded. “Come on, let’s have a walking race!”
We raced all the way back from school, until we had to go our separate ways. Then I speed-walked to my house and collapsed on the big blue sofa. “Where’ve you been?” Enquired my mum, as she came into the room. “Aren’t you usually earlier than this?”
“There was a… ummm… cat incident.” I mumbled.