She walks threw the room of a bunch of chairs. The sounds of imagination: tapping of drums, whistling of flutes, blowing of horns. She soon makes her way to her seat- yellow and blue in color. Barging threw a group of kids in the lower grade, searching for the cage that holds a black case, she does not know her true love has came threw the heavy, red door. As she returns to her chair with a trumpet as shiny as her eyes, he brings his large black case to the seat next to hers. She acts like hes not there, until she can't handle it. He turns to her as he places the mouth piece into his trumpet and says hey. His eyes sparkle like the stars, and are like looking at a forest of autumn trees. And his hair. His hair is a slice of sunshine, long, wavy and blonde. "Hey!" she said when she finally realized that he spoke. He doesn't understand. He doesn't know that he means the world to her. Her life revolved around him, until she couldn't have him anymore. Now she feels like she has nothing. He doesn't realize that just knowing hes in school and that he noticed her, made her day.They talk about random, funny jokes.Or how their previous day was. They fill each other's folders with jokes from the past. And for once is a long time, she feels special.
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