Everything seems to past in a rush that day, between quiet lecture rooms, where you can only hear the clock ticking away every minute or the library which was always abuzz with all the computers being used at any hour of the day, or the noisy kiosks where all the students gather for a quick break and a bite to eat. With all the commotion with her first day, her last class of the day, music history had arrived. Same boring class room with the same boring professor, sat absentmindedly watching the information coming up and disappearing off the electronic board, while every so often looking towards the clock high above the somewhat short and chubby slow talking professor.
(I know short chapter but I needed a filler :))
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when the sun goes down
Romancestory about romance . not really sure where this is going, but please stop for a read. thanks guysss x
