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On Thursday morning I was waiting for the the clock to finally strike five past twelve. At that time it would be time for my music lesson, which means time to finally play in the bands that were formed yesterday. I really want to hear how me, Emely, Mike and Alex sound together.
That is also the reason that when the bell finally signifies that it's the 5th period, which is music, rings, I immediately jump up from my seat and start walking towards room 213, the music classroom of mister Nickson. When I walk in I already see a few people sitting in seats, one of them being Alex. They are sitting at one of the four desks we claimed yesterday, together with Mike and Emely, so I sit down next to them. "Hi, Alex." I say as I'm putting my bag on the ground.
"Hey Day. How's it going?" They ask.
"Fine I guess. Not really much happened, since music was my last period yesterday."
"Understandable. I had science after trough. I discovered that I'm still worse at that then Mike is." He says, laughing. I smile back at them and look at the door, exactly in time to see Mike and Emely walking in together, laughing at something Mike probably said.
They walk towards the seats behind us and sit down. "Can you believe that he walked into the glass doors downstairs, in the 100 rooms area? Those doors have been there for ages! They already were there years before we got to this school." Emely says.
"I mean, I can believe that. Mike does stupid shit like that. He isn't as smart as he likes to make us believe." Alex says.
I giggle, because, as Emely says, those doors have been there for years and still every week there's at least one student or teacher running into those doors. There have been a few of them asking if they can get replaced with normal doors like the rest of the school, but our principle thinks that those doors look better or that it's too much money I guess.
"I can't believe you saw that trough. Every time I see you walking trough the halls you're looking down at the floor or at some kids in 6th grade or something. You really are antisocial aren't you?" Mike says.
Emely kind of is. She's low key your typical emo girl, but I knew her from when we were younger and I know she got bullied and dropped by almost all of her friends. Me and Enely were pretty much the only ones sticking together, but Emely kind of stopped sharing her stuff with me and I started talking to other girls and boys, and also to Mike. I guess she changed a lot after that.
"I'm not. I just like to be on my own and I have Day. Sometimes I talk to people online, it's nicer than real life friends." Emely replies. I keep quit, knowing ful well that Mike and Alex already know that we aren't that much of friends, and that Emely knows that as well. We grew apart.
"Can I get your attention please?" Mister Nickson says, "Today I want you all to write down all information you guys already have about your bands and play together for the first time. We have two hours of music today, so you guys have a lot of free time. The studio room, 212, is available. Is there any band who would like to go there already?" Mister Nickson says. We look at each other and make a silent agreement to go to the studio room, so I put my hand up.
"Yes, Day and her group?
Alright. I have the paper you guys have to fill in here, just make sure you sign it and stuff. The other groups will stay here, then I'll make sure that by the next lesson there is a table to plan which band goes to the studio what lessons. You guys can go now."
Our group stands up and grabs our stuff to move to the studio room. It has two guitars, a bass guitar, a drum and, for me the most important, a keyboard. Everything we need for Anonymously MADE.
