When we got to school, I was blown away by the beauty. It was huge and pretty..and painfully bright. You'd think my eyes would've adjusted by now...yeah..nope. We were unloaded off the bus and we walked through the grand doors of the school. "welcome new leafers to the Rosenburg Academy for the gifted!" A lady with short blond hair and blue eyes said happily. Leafers? Jeez, is their mascot a leaf or something? "If you need any help whatsoever with your schedule, please, don't hesitate to ask me or anyone else here." She smiled painfully wide. It made her look almost desperate.
I looked at my schedule. Room 216, which was Music. I was blessed to have the music class 1st, words can not say how happy I was. I suspected 216 to be upstairs because of the 2. I started walking to the staircase to see Owen walking ahead of me. "Owen!" I called. She stopped and turned, "Oh. Hey Rei. What class you have 1st?" "Music. 216." I told her as I came to a stop in front of her. "Awesome! Same thing here." She beamed. Well, what do you know, Owen and I have music together, 1st period. Hopefully, this day just keeps looking up at the sky. A new friend (and potential ally) who has the same class as me, that really did make my day...for once.
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When we both got to the music room, I could hear the sounds of musical instruments of each and every type in there. Owen just calmly knocked on the door while I plugged my ears from the hideous racket that was going on in there. I know they were tuning up and all that jazzy stuff, but...why did it have to sound like this? A teacher opened the door. It was a female that looked about in her early 30s with long black hair that had a music note barrette in her hair, bright, shining green eyes, tanned skin and was dressed in a white ruffly shirt, black jeans and white shoes.
"Oh hi! You must be the other batch of new students, yes?" Her voice also had a french accent. "Come come, children." She smiled and we walked in. The music room was huge. With white walls and gray tile that still had their fresh-from-the-shop shine. The music room altogether looked quite pleasent and smelled of that new-car smell. If you don't know what that is, it basically means really fresh.
"Welcome to 216. I'm your music teacher for this semester, Ms. Newton." She introduced herself to us over the nonstop racket the other new kids were making with their instruments. To be honest...it sounded like they never held an instrument in their life.
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General FictionReisen Blackribbon is a 14-year-old youtube star who enjoys playing her guitar and coming up with songs with her friends. But when something happens to her dad and her parents get divorced, her mother handed her over to the White Family, who took he...
