Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2015 18:33:31 GMT -5
Ronnie sighed. None of her friends were around, and she contemplated setting up a prank while they were gone, but she wasn't really in the mood. She wanted to go find somewhere secluded to play guitar and sing, but she didn't want to get lost with her precious guitar. As much as she loved it, she didn't want to be lugging it around with her in circles as she tried to find her way back to the dorm rooms. She would find a spot, and then take her guitar with her to said spot later, when she knew the school a bit better. With that thought in mind, Ronnie stood up, and stretched, then walked out of the common room she was in. But not before grabbing a packet of pretzels to accompany her.
As she walked, a boy crashed into her, causing her to drop a few pretzels, and Ronnie staggered backwards. He turned to her and paused, seeing her...different style, then said something in another language. She looked up at the boy. Was he trying to pick a fight? staring at his earnest, sheepish face for a few seconds, she decided he was probably apologizing, and she smiled, giving him the thumbs up. Before she could say anything, he nodded happily and dashed off, being chased by some other boys, and she raised her eyebrows. Well then, maybe she should have brushed up on her foreign languages before coming here.
Munching on the pretzels that hadn't fallen, Ronnie walked down the long hallways, trying to find a good spot to play guitar. She climbed a staircase, turned a few corners, and opened a random door. It looked like a classroom, and Ronnie was about to shut it, when something caught her eye. In the corner of the room, was a girl, alone, who seemed to be concentrating on something. So, rather than leaving the girl to concentrate on whatever she was doing, Ronnie pulled the door open wider and stepped into the room, intending to go say hello.
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