band club 💫

our starting point

"y/n !" xinyan shouted excitedly.

it was the first day of being a freshman, and you were not thrilled.

"aww, you look so sad ! what's the matter?" xinyan cooed.
"i'm bummed, summer's over!" you wail.

xinyan suddenly shook you.

"heyyy.. remember that promise from 7th graadddee..?"

"no, xinyan. we are not doing that."

"whyy nott!! you were so excited for it."

"just not up for it."

"you're no fun!" xinyan teased, poking your nose.

after receiving your schedules

"we have 3 classes together?! hell yeah!" you scream in the halls, students looking in your direction.

you dip your head.

"BAHAHA!!" xinyan erupts in laughter.

"SHH! you're gonna get us more attention!" you hush xinyan.

"we have first period together, its in.. uhh. room 3-A?"

you two scavenge the busy halls, keeping your eyes out for your first class.

you bump into someone with blonde hair.

"i am so sorry!" you exclaim.

"oh! it's fine." an angelic type voice responds back.

"i'm sorry, but do you know where class 3-A is?" the blonde girl asks.

"we're heading that way!" xinyan says, "let's go together."

you both end up getting dragged by xinyan, giving eachother pity looks on the way.

when you made it to the classroom, there were conveniently 3 open seats right next to each other!

how lucky.

"oh, uhh blond girl? i didn't ask for your name." you say awkwardly.

"it's barbara, and you?"

"im y/n, and this is xinyan." you say gesturing to well, xinyan.

"CLASS, SETTLE DOWN NOW.."
you hear an old voice blanket over the room.

you see an arched over old lady, with neat chalk writing on a blackboard.

"madam ping."