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School was over and the weekend began.
Not that anything exciting would be happening. Y/n had to move into her dorm, and had to finish learning a 3 page sheet music by Sunday. Of course! Hell loves playing games that Y/n always lost.
Her record player sat onto of a pile boxes in the corner of her room emitting music into the air of her dimly light room.
The eavesdropping sun had started to set, and the commons were completely empty. The tweeting birds began to quiet down, leaving a beautiful silence in that wing of the dorms with the exception of small chatter. There were some students going down the stairs, and going right back up. And some kids were out doing stuff with their friends. It was a Friday night after all.
That girl with the pink skin,
Nina was her name?
She started a conversation with her at the end of class saying that she was so pretty, and said that her accent was cool. She invited her to the arcade with the other girls in class 1-a to help her get to know some of them. Though, she had to politely declined. She did not have any time to spare.
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The driver was outside with all her bags, and totes waiting for the girl to finish unloading the car.
Y/n had too many things and couldn't bring them onto the plane. So, she shipped all of her belongings to Japan so it would be easier to keep up with all of it. Although that alone wasn't a big help, Y/n thought that because she was paying them to bring her personals, they would also help bring them inside as well. I guess that request was above their pay grade.
Y/n came back downstairs from her dorm, for what felt like the 59th time, and slipped through the entry doors and walked up to the back of the car, again.
She picked up the closest tote that was in range and wrapped her hands around the handles on each side, then the girl laid her eyes on the lightest box in sight and focused really hard. The box started the rise with ease, and made its way out of the car. She looked back inside to see a violin case laying on the floor where her books and folders were previously placed. And after some concentration the case followed after the small box out of the car.
She started walking away from the large doors when she heard a quiet, yet familiar
