Sweat trickled down my chest, my mind flickered with images of a VIOLA operating by  itself. My mind was absolutely LOST.

It was Monday, the first day of term at my new High School. My feet pulverised on the asphalt, little did I recognise that there was a van steadily approaching me. At the edge of my peripheral vision, I saw the van appear. On the surface, it said in GOLD letters, ANCIENT violas for sale.

I SEARCHED my mind for a logical explanation, This couldn’t be happening!

Slowly the atmosphere tightened its grasp around me, and I couldn’t breathe.