Story Time

I currently am a violinist. We needed to sharpen our musical skills for our concert on the evening of October 28. We went into the PAC to perform our amazing pieces of creative works of art. The sound thundered throughout the room with a sense of pure happiness. My teacher was full of pride as he looked at our gathering of outstanding teens. He praised us for our accomplishments and said he would reward us with a spooky adventure. He brought us to a frigid room with cold stone steps leading to a platform. He then lectured us how we needed to take everything extremely serious and there should be no nonsense taking place. We went up the uninviting stairs and were met by a dark, coal colored ladder. I watched him vanish up this portal to another level above. I looked about my peers uncertain if I should follow. I then grasped the ladder and made my way creeping upwards. I had no problem going up it as for I didn't look down like the foolish people did. I then stepped on a platform that looked out upon the whole room. The catwalk was right next to me. I felt superior to everyone else in the school because few would get to experience this. We evenly spread out for safety issues. I then roamed around the crowed area which I was confided in. We did not get to stay up there long for there was a limited amount of enjoyments we could do up there. I had to descend back to the ground and once I saw how long the fall was, my heart raced at an intense speed. My hands became all clammy and my throat was becoming tighter and tighter. It was like I had a snake wrapped around my neck slowly cutting off my air supply. I scurried down that ladder in record time. I was filled with pride as I felt the cement under my dainty feet. I sprinted out those doors and sat down to have my normal lunch. I felt like I had a little secret since no one at my table had no idea what I went through during 3rd period.