Tini walked down the halls with a map in her hand as she carried her books in her bag which was also called her book bag. Finally, she came to a music room. She pushed up her glasses as she took a breath, and opened the door.
“Welcome princess.” A group of voices greeted her. Tini gave a confused look.
“Oh! Sorry, I must've got the wrong room.” Tini said with a kind, nervous smile. She turned to go, but got stuck trying to not to sneeze.
“A-aa-a-ach-a- apkjgnhzbcjdoe!” Tini covered her mouth, but dropped all of her books. She sniffed, but before she could wipe her nose, another one came on. “A-a-aa-ach-a-aa-apbjpbfdp!”
“Is she alright Tama-chan?” A younger appearing boy asked. Tini's sneezes weren't the most petite type of sneeze a girl -- or anyone -- could have, and it didn't really sound like a normal sneeze either.
“I think she's … sneezing?” A tall blonde guy replied. He glanced over at a pair of ginger twins who shrugged their shoulders in unison as Tini sneezed again. Tini's sneeze was more like an elephant trumpeting it's trunk than a sneeze.
“What do we do? Is she allergic to something?” The twins asked. Tini stepped back but tripped and fell onto her behind, as another sneeze was trying to come out.
“Well we won't know until we find out who she is.” A dark haired guy with glasses replied as Tini plugged her nose and held her breath as she stood up quickly and grabbed her books and ran out of the room. Once she got a ways down the hall, her sneezing subsided, but now she had a somewhat stuffy nose.
“Aw man.” Tini said and rubbed her nose and sniffed as she sat down on a bench. “That's wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.” She took in a breath to calm her sneezes. “A-a-a-aa-a- choopgnsjm.” Her sneeze was almost normal and quieter this time, but still weird and strange. “The first people I meet, and my allergies get in the way, a-a…again.” Tini took in another deep breath and evaded a sneeze. She stood up from the bench and put her brown book bag onto her back. “Now where's music room #8? I thought that one was it but it's obviously not.” She talked to herself. She took her glasses off, and cleaned them with the corner of her shirt, then looked up at the sign above the door. “Number 3?” She exclaimed in surprise. “Darn glasses smudge to easily.” She added and started walking off again. She looked down at the map and hit her forehead. “Idjit.” She told herself as she turned the map around. “Reading a map upside down. Come on Tini. Dad taught you better than that.” She told herself as she walked in the right direction.
