I was already tired when I woke up and I hadn’t even done anything yet. My parents, being the nice dolls (sarcasm, my friends) that they are, had scheduled my viola lesson for 10 o’clock and allowed me to get an extra 30 minutes of sleep. They woke me up at 8:30 A.M. I proceeded to get ready for my lesson.
I was driving to my lesson when I decided I had enough time to get a coffee, so that’s what I did. When I arrived at the building, I entered with a smile on my face. My parents also decided to change my instructor to a stricter; my parent’s word for crueler, one who thinks that I’m some type of rebel who disobeys her parents every wish.
“Fiona Harper,” His voice was leveled but it had a tinge of annoyance hidden within it. “You’re 3 minutes late.” He chided and I sighed. He was that gu
