Voice.

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Crowds.

People.

Noise.

Turning to the left....

More crowds.

More people.

More noise.

The rock band in the hall is not helping me calming the level of annoyance. I hate crowds. Loathe. Including this retarded carnival that god knows why it's organised. How do people even stand them.  They make summer hotter than it already is. They make me sweat more than me working out. Plus, you never know when victims of molestation gonna scream. Normally, some people love taking advantages of such events to fill their measly pleasure of feeling a lump of meat. It's cliche. Someone touches somebody and that somebody screams like there's no tomorrow. For example, wait for it....

"AHHHHHHH! WHERE THE FU*K ARE U TOUCHING??!! "

Annnnnnd here comes the slap of the century. Ouch. Ooooh that slapped echoed through the hallway alright..

And dude.. that guy picked the wrong girl. She's flat throughout that people might mistake her for a wall if she's wearing full white. I mean..even a ghost has more curves than her..

Expecting things like this kinda took the fun out of it.. it made things boring. Always did without fail.

...

 I'm sleepy...music room should be empty.. it's the furthest wing too. *yawnnn*

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Lillia entered the music room and as expected, empty and quiet. The room is sound proof, to her delight, and filled with music stands and cabinets. A few instruments were displayed but none other than the guitars caught her attention. 

" Rock, Acoustic, Classical, Bass" she mumbled as she ran her thin fingers through the strings. 

She loves music. Guitars weren't her favorite till recent. She picked up the Rock guitar and strummed the first song she remembered along with what she knew she didn't want to...

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" Return it immediately! I will not and never will accept these things in the house."

"I can't. I already paid her. And she needs the money. Plus, we have a music project coming up and i'm playing the guitar."

" You stubborn PIECE OF SHIT! I NEVER SHOULD HAVE GIVEN BIRTH TO YOU. I'VE TOLD YOU A MILLION TIMES WE DO NOT FUCKING PLAY FILTHY MUSIC IN THIS HOUSE! FROM THIS DAY ON, YOU ARE BANNED FROM MUSIC! YOU WILL THROW THE GUITAR OUT OF MY HOUSE. YOU WILL THROW THE VIOLIN, KEYBOARD AND EVERY FUCKING MUSIC RELATED SHIT OUT OF THIS HOUSE! DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?! LILLIA KAVIEN."

Lillia only bit back her fight, her tears. Hiding her shivers while gripping on to the guitar was all she could do. A simple nod..was all she could muster. She did as she was told. She threw everything away... together with her "life".

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"why that was...unpleasant. why would i..of all things" Mumbling to myself isn't gonna help me forget. I should just slee-

"Bro why didn't you joined the Rock band?! That was f*cking awesome!"

"Language." Since when..how long has he been standing there? Was I so engrossed that i didn't sense his presence? This is going to be a burden.

"My apologies. But that was really awesome. Better than the current members.Who the heck are you DUDE! Why didn't you join?!"

" Firstly, this is my first day. And secondly, I am not obligated to tell a stranger my personal information."

" My apologies again. I am a third-year(18). I go by Leo. A senior in this club"

His rate of corruption is slightly lower than average but he is prone to them. He looks delicious to add on~

No.Nope.Don't. Snap out of it! He introduced himself. It's my turn.

" Lillia."

Oh my ***** Great job at ruining your social life Lillia. If you had one in the first place. I need to leave this awkward situation...

" I gotta go. Sorry for using the instruments without asking. All the guitars need to be tuned by the way." Run. RUN. RUN!

" Wait! Practices on every Wednesday and Friday immediately after school!"

Ignore and run. Touching that guitar was a first and last. Let it go.