The Power of the Flute
Flutes always bring back my favorite memories. It all began a week before Christmas. I was at school and on my way to my music But sadly I didn't have an instrument to play like all the other kids because my family was poor. When I walked in with no instrument the teacher walked over to me and asked where my instrument was, I said I don't have one and she looked at me with a sad expression. She told me to get out and don't come back until I had and instrument to play. At that moment I started to cry and she said if your going to start crying than you can leave now and go home. So I ran out of the crying and I ran all the way home. When I got there I ran to my room and slammed the door behind me and fell on my bed and I began to cry some more. My mother and father came in and saw that I was crying and they asked what was wrong. And I told them the whole story about what happened at school and they were shocked to hear that but they knew we couldn't afford an instrument. So the next day I got up and went to school and I thought today would be better than yesterday but it was worse. When I got to my first I sat down and felt something was wrong. So I turned around and as I did a bunch of paper ball were being thrown at me. So I stood up and I asked them why they were doing this to me. And they said that I didn't deserve to be there because I was poor; That I should go home and never come back till I could prove to them that I wasn't that poor. So I walk out with my stuff and I walked home and told my parent that I couldn't go back till I got an instrument. So for the next few days I stayed home reading my new mark twain books. Then Christmas day came and I was so excited. I got out of bed and ran to my parent's room and woke them up and I ran down the stairs. And at the bottom of the tree I saw a flute case and I screamed my head off and I ran to it and I saw that I wasn't dreaming. When my parents finally got downstairs I jumped up and I gave them a giant hug. I was so happy that I couldn't hold it in. And I couldn't wait to go back to school the next day. So I looked at my new flute all day and when it was time for bed I didn't want to sleep but I eventually did. I woke up the next morning and I decided to wait until music started to go to school then I would walk in with my new flute and prove to them that I did deserve to be there. So music started and I opened the door and they look at me with mean expressions and then I showed them the new flute I got and they all gasped and they all came over and apologized to me and I forgave them in an instant. Then I opened up the case and took my flute out and began to play it. Everyone said that I sounded like I a professional musician and everyone looked at me with shocked expressions. The teacher automatically awarded me first chair and the rest of my music career just fell into place because of that one special week of my life.