Isabella Rae's First Day

[Isabella Rae]

As she walked through the doors, she found herself surrounded by people she did not know, in an unfamiliar classroom. Nervously she walked towards her seat, stumbling a few times on the way. She felt like she was being watched. "I'd rather be outside sitting in the warm sun..." she thought. She sat down slowly and class began.
She looked around, trying to find a friendly face, but quickly hid her eyes under her hair. Isabella Rae pulled on her jacket after a strange chill ran through her body, even though the the sun was beating down on her through the window. It didn't matter what position she sat in, she was always uncomfortable. When the bell rang she got out of there as soon as possible.
Isabella Rae went outside and sat under an apple tree. She closed her eyes then BAM! “OUCH!” she shouted “What was that?!” she opened her eyes to find that an apple had fallen onto her head. She rolled her eyes as she spoke “Stupid place to relax...” Isabella Rae started to get up when she fell face flat. She took a deep breath “First an apple falls on my head, now it makes me trip! Great.”
Isabella Rae started looking for a new place to sit. She looked at the peach tree “That could be even more trouble than the apple tree” She looked at a nice picnic table under a weeping willow, but soon changed her mind after a flock of people crowded it. As she walked along she quietly spoke “There must be some place to just sit and think” She placed her right thumb on the right side of her chin, and her right index finger slightly over her lip as she thought of where she could sit.
When she did this she noticed someone from the corner of her eye. She quickly looked away. Isabella Rae immediately felt awkward and wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. “Maybe he didn't notice I looked at him!” she thought. She continued to look for a good spot, but he kept catching her attention. “Why do I continue to look at him!?” she mumbled under her breath a little annoyed.

[Eric Spool]

``Eric Spool. . .

Eric walked into the buzzing classroom. He hated prep. week, but it was entirely necessary. With a deep sigh he slid behind his desk, silently ignoring the talking classmates. He placed his books down and turned to begin righting down his name on the board. Finishing the last 'L' in his name he spun around gracefully to eyes the students. Not a single one seemed to be paying attention!

"Dispupili!" He shouted with one quick word. The classroom fell silent. With a sly smile, he began his speech.

'Good morning, class. My name is Eric spool, but you all shall address me as Madrigal Spool." With a quick glance at the first three students he went on. "Who can tell me the first thing I told you?" The room fell silent. "I said Dispupili; meaning students. You will learn this language, but first we must train you and decide who goes in the upper class..." With that he saw some people smile. He began to move around the desks. "...the middle class..." He moved straight toward the back of the class. Reaching the wall, he turned to see each classmate, besides one girl, who seemed to be hiding, looking straight at him. "...and the beginner class... of course there is the honors class, but that is reserved for the extremely advanced students. For the next week you will be trained, you will take tests and you will be tried harder than you have ever been. Music must be loved, and if you do not love it, then it will choose to avoid you. By the end of the week, you will all be sent letters and keys. In the letter you will be told which class you belong in and what room you will be placed in. Your key will be to that room. Do I make myself clear?" He watched as the class nodded there heads obediently.

"Now let us begin, shall we?" He said as he made his way back to his desk.

The rest of the class time went well. There seemed to be no special student in there though, but of course they popped out sometimes out of the quite ones. There was one student of course that was quite and was the first to leave. So he thought he would go find her, and encourage her. No class student of his would be discouraged.

He left the room to the front lawn, following the girl. She at last stopped at a tree.
"Good afternoon." He said, just as she sat down.

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[Kaiden Heart]

Kaiden walked through the doors of the school. He came a little early so that he could sneak in and play piano. He loved playing the piano. He sat down as stroked his fingers against the piano. I love Grand Pianos he thought to himself in awe of the beautiful instrument. Soon he was playing all over the keys; from the high notes to the low ones. He played loud, and he played soft. It was a beautiful song he wrote, but he still wasn't satisfied with it. “Somethings wrong” he sighed. He looked out the window while he thought about what he needed to fix. “I think it need something else... like maybe a violin or a flute”
Suddenly the bell rang. Kaiden jumped and quickly walked to class. As he entered he saw some new faces. “Good! New people interested in music!” he smiled a bit. Maybe someone in here would enjoy playing an instrument along side with me for the song I wrote he thought gleefully. He sat down and listened to the teachers lecture. Mr. Eric Spool is one of Kaiden's favorites! By the end of class he was ready to meet some new people, and ask them what instruments they enjoyed playing.
He walked outside and was talking to some of the new kids, but non of them seemed right. He was very polite to every new face he met. He laughed and smiled, but inside he was anxious to get away so he could find someone who he felt could play with him. Everyone he met just didn't fit the part. So he scanned the yard and the picnic tables until he saw someone who was talking to Mr. Eric Spool. He gazed at her, and then quickly looked away. Focus Kaiden! He thought. But he couldn't. He continued to look over his shoulder and smile as he saw her. He laughed extra loud and smiled a lot while he was kind of close to her. I don't think she notices me. Wait! What am I doing!? He thought frantically. I should be practicing piano... but why can't I leave her? Do I have feelings for her? I guess I wouldn't know considering I've never had feelings for anyone. I'm just tired or something. I must go back to piano, and I must not have anyone distract me from that. So Kaiden went back inside to play piano.

[Isabella Rae]

Isabella Rae finally spotted a tree “Hooray! A tree without fruit!” she shouted. She looked over to see if that guy was still talking to friends, but he was gone. She saw him walk into the school He looks irritated almost.... she thought. Her thoughts were interrupted as her teacher, Mr. Eric Spool, walked up to her. “Hello?” she said a little confused. Did I already do something wrong? She thought in a panic. “Did you need me for something?” Maybe he changed the homework assignment.... She was going through all the options of why he came to talk to her. Isabella Rae began to shake a little. I hate it when people talk to me. I never know what to say. she thought. “Um...I was wondering, what exactly is the homework assignment?” Although she already knew what it was, she was just trying to break the silence. She played with the grass on the ground beside her, slowly ripping some out here and there. Isabella Rae tried to make the conversation go quick without it being obvious that she didn't feel like talking. But as they continued talking she started to actually like this teacher. She didn't expect it, but she enjoyed their conversation. Isabella Rae eventually calmed down, and stopped tearing out the grass around (even though there was practically nothing left).
When the conversation was over she went into the building. Stupid stupid stupid stupid! She screamed in her head Why am I looking for that one guy!? I don't know him, he doesn't know me. End of story! She started to turn around to leave when she heard beautiful music being played. “What is that...” She said barely over a whisper with awe in her voice. She started to wander in the direction the music was coming from. She saw a wooden door, and the music was coming from the other side. She peeked in just slightly when she saw him. She quickly shut the door Oh no! Hes stopped playing! He must have noticed me! She panicked. But before she could get away the door re-opened. But this time it wasn't her who opened it.

[Eric Spool]

“Hello?” was the girls response. "Hello." He replied. He was hoping for a 'What dd you come for, Madrigal Spool.' or maybe a 'Good after noon, what is it you need?', but allas there was no such answer, but he only continued the conversation. As he looked more closely at the girl he realized her identity. "You are Isabella. It's very nice to meet you!" He said with some excitement. Perhaps he could start a sweet friendship with this young girl. His receptionist told him that the gal was very talented with music, but shy. How could he have forgotten her? “Did you need me for something?” She said quietly, look away from him. "Um, no... of course not. I just came over to introduce myself to you. You ran off right after class, I wanted to make sure I hadn't frightened you or something!" He chuckled, clearly the only one finding his previous statement amusing... “Um...I was wondering, what exactly is the homework assignment?” She slowly said, still seeming a bit uncomfortable talking to him. Had he done something to scare her so much as to not being able to even talk to him? "The assignment was to come prepared to perform a song for the class. You may use whatever instrument you wish, your own or the schools and it may be either originally composed or something you found." He answered quickly, his British accent clearly showing. Silence once again took control, until at last Eric sat down beside her. "It's a beautiful piece of land isn't it? I wanted to make sure there were fruit trees here, that way the students could pick them for themselves when ripe. And of course I needed a fountain for those who got thirsty during studying for a test or from running around with their friends..." He paused. Taking the view in. "It's not the most fancy place in the world. It doesn't have a cast-iron fence, or stone paths leading them too different destinations, but it's home. And it's welcome to any person that has the love for music. Welcome to you.

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