I started up my writing challenge again! this time im gonna flapjacking finish it mother hubbard.  gothicvixen-autumn is again helping me with the themes and general structure of it; as well as im actually helping him with a writing/art challenge of his own! be sure to check out his half of this whole ordeal as well! https://www.furaffinity.net/view/22879314/

were both operating on the same rules, 500 words on work days, 1000 on off days, most of mine are going to be 1000 word for a while as im in the process of moving and transferring jobs. In addition, i volunteered to take 10 additional 'extra credit' themes, all 1000 words, and penance for my failure of the last challenge. So, 30 days to write 40 stories!

ill be spam uploading the first few, as im a few days behind uploading, but when i get caught up ill be going back to one a day, or whenever i get them finished that is.

Anyways, the theme for day 1 is "fire, but used as description, not as a hous eburning down or something"
Naturally, i wrote a highschool girl playing violin.

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Hanayo lightly moved her hair away from her face, before sitting down, delicately placing the violin and bow across her lap. Patiently angling her legs to the side instead of crossing them to keep her short school uniform skirt closed, while listening to her opponent play. Absolutely no heed nor worry crossed her mind as they sawed onto the fiddle behind her. Her eyes closed as she merely listened to the music. Her body almost motionless except to occasionally pull the hair from in front of her face; elegantly slipping it behind her ear. She stayed like this for several minutes, until the other student had stopped playing, and the teacher prepared for the next player. "Now your turn, miss Eston" politely asked the older teacher. softly stroking the gray beard that felt almost cliche for someone in his profession.
"Please Sir, i prefer Hanayo." Gracefully, third chair violin stood up. Adjusting the uniform as black as her long hair. Every motion of adjustment of her sheet music, the stand on which it rested, and even the placing the violin between her shoulder and cheek was timely thought out, processed, for the most ideal and perfect posture. Bow placed to strings, while her eyes looked over the notes before her. Mendelssohn’s Violin Concerto, first sheet. Practiced to the point she knew every note by heart, Hanayo slowly breathed, closing her eyes, and beginning to play. In that moment, she was another person, her fingers not dainty like a princess, but darting like a devil from the sun. Fire burning in her heart and soul while every beat left her bow ablaze in unrivalled movement.
Not even a moment after the final note of the first sheet of music was finished, did Hanayo pause. Opening her eyes, moving the violin and bow to each of her sides, and giving a polite bow to her opponent and the teacher. Sitting back into her chair, taking her same womanly pose, seemingly unaware of the dropped jaw her teacher gave. "Well then! Miss Est.. Miss Hanayo. I think it's clear that you've earned second chair. Kazumi, you performed admirably as well, but i did notice"

Hanayo gave not a second thought to the words her teacher preached to her rival. HAving already heard what she wanted, she stood up from her chair again, to move into her new position. Patience was the only emotion she seemed to show, until the teacher returned to the classroom.

"Is there anyone else that would like to challenge for a change in chair today?" The teacher asked, eyes moving slowly across every instrument, till his eyes met with a familiar raised hand. "Miss Hanayo?"

"I would like to challenge Madame Kiku for first chair violin."

faces all across the class turned in surprise towards the bold challenge, Not only had Hanayo just barely finished her challenge for second chair, but Kiku had been first chair violin four years in a row, and everyone knew it. This would be the only time anyone had challenged her, let alone a first year. Even the teacher seemed shock at her bold challenge. "Miss Hanayo, we only allow one challenge per person a week. If you'd like we can schedule it for next week though, if you're sure you're ready."

"Yes sir. I am ready." Hanayo cordially bowed her head. Resting the violin across her lap.
"Well, okay then.. Miss Kasane? Do you accept the challenge?"
"of course i do! i plan to graduate as a first chair."

"that's the spirit!" The teacher smiled at the boldness of both his best violinists. "The fifth movement of Bach’s Partita No. 2 in D minor, will be your song to practice for the week you two. See me after class for the sheet music ladies. Anyone else? No? Alright, on with today's lesson then. Open your booklets to page 57."

"you're pretty brave halfbreed. You know you wont be moving past second." Kiku quietly whispered. Adjusting her violin while the teacher made his rounds to check stance and formation. "Miss.. Eston" she cackled.

Silence was the only response Hanayo gave the arrogant first chair. She didn't deserve the dignity of a response.
"hanayo, you need to eat." The stern male voice resulted in a furrowed brow of annoyance, and a dropped note. Silent indignation forced Hanayo to softly place the pristine polished wooden instrument, and its matching bow into the velvet case. A soft cloth draped over the top to protect it while the top was closed overtop of it. Still in school uniform, Hanayo placed her feet one in front of the other down the steps of the mansion. Adjusting her skirt, then sitting down at the table. Immediately resulting in a butler rushing the aristocratic meal in front of her. Silence ensued for the duration of the meal, between her and her father.
Day passed, and day passed, until a week had passed, starving herself until she was ordered to leave the sounds that her hands created, silent meals of forced tolerance towards the man who caused her nickname of halfbreed, without even a modicum of pride in his daughter. Not a word of her skills improving day by day at the cost of her health. But she didn't mind. Long ago she stopped caring what her family and peers thought of her. All she wanted, was to be the best. To feel the life, feel the blood pumping through her body as she gave life through the strings.
"Ladies? Get into position. " The teacher smiled in pride of his students eagerness to improve themselves, blissfully unaware of the quiet rivalry that formed behind his back. Just as before, as every time before, Hanayo quietly waited her turn. Ears perked to the sound, but no visible worry through the unexpressive look on her face. Notes rapidly and flawlessly played behind her. But patience was Hanayo's finest virtue. Ignoring the outstretched tongue and disgusted glare Kiku gave her, as they traded positions, Hanayo repeated her routine. With unbridled fire in her eyes, a passion and flame for her craft, burning desire to be the best, her fingers clasped the bow, and ripped into memorized, practiced, perfection.
"well done Hanayo! I believe we have a new first chair violinist!" clapped and cheered the teacher, to the student that calmly took her new seat, at the front of her instruments chairs."