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Aven walked the halls, guitar strapped to her back, smoking a cigarette, and her legs gliding her across the halls. Wearing a black tanktop, her gray bra straps showing, and dark skinny jeans, her steel-toed boots clacked against the tile floor. Behind her, followed a trail of smoke and her long white hair. Gold and blue illuminated the hallway from her eyes as they glowed immensely. She hummed silently as she looked at the classroom numbers and stopped infront of double doors with a sign above them: 'Auditorium'.
Silently, she stood there finishing her cigarette and thought to herself as her eyes dimmed.
' I hope I'll find some colleagues in this class... Or atleast not intimidate anyone or hurt them..' Aven then stood there for one more moment, dropped her cigarette, and stepped onto it to put it out. Hopefully the professor wouldn't be too upset with her for being late. She sighed as she then opened the doors, her eyes glowing and bringing blue and gold into the room.
Observing the other students and the room, her eyes continued to glow bright. Her white hair flourished behind her as she glided across the auditorium. She handed the teacher her schedule, proving she had the class, then caught her eye on a lonely seat in the corner. Everyone seemed to have their own group to talk to and it was probably best to not interrupt them. Aven then sighed as she took her seat on the corner. Everyone was just sitting there and socializing, something she was horrible at. She then moved her guitar onto her lap. It was a shiny tinted blue-black with a silver neck....The strings were gold, the best and strongest around. A smile appeared as her eyes then glittered as she began to tune her guitar. After tuning each string she began to strum the strings and hum. Her lips parted as her half dead lungs began to sing (
Aven's Song- The Lonely)... Aven hoped someone would look at her, or atleast notice her and take some sort of interest in her. This whole new school and life thing was hard enough alone for her.
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