Claire smiled. Already so many girls, with so much in common. "I'll have to let you hear my music some other time. Here's my room," Claire said, then broke away from the group. She pushed the key into the keyhole, and walked into her room. She gasped, then shut the door and squealed in delight. Claire tossed her things on the bed, making sure not to break her guitar or keyboard. She unzipped the keyboard, and pulled the stand out from the back. She set up the stand, and placed the keyboard gently on the stand, facing out the window. She could see the waves gently moving, swaying the large ship slightly. Claire brought out her guitar, and placed it on a stand, making sure it was securely in place. She started to unpack her clothes, and placed them neatly in the drawers or hung on hangers in the closet. When she finished, she placed her suitcases in her closet, next to her shoes, most of which were Converse. She looked around at her room. It was as if it was made for her. It had her favorite design in her favorite colors on the comforter: blue and black stripes. The walls were freshly painted white, and Claire could smell it. She grabbed a bottle that now sat on the counter in her bathroom, and sprayed the air. It immediately smelled like peppermint, her favorite scent, and what she sprayed on herself every day. Even her shampoo was peppermint. Claire placed it back on the bathroom counter, and smiled, satisfied. She could finally have her own room, without any siblings to bother her or steal the bathroom just when they knew she needed it. She pulled her schedule out, and saw that tonight the whole school would gather to be instructed by the "principal". They would start classes tomorrow. Claire sat down on the small folding chair, with no back, that she had brought for her piano. She thought about her feelings at that moment, and started to play. She memorized every note, and stopped a little later. She grabbed a small object from her purse, and pressed a button on the side, then started to play again. She played the whole song through, and pressed the same button. She stuck a headphone connected to the object into her hear, and pressed play. The mp3 player played the song she had just played. Claire smiled. It was one of her best pieces yet. She grabbed her guitar, and started to strum along, creating a guitar part also. She started humming along, and grabbed a notebook from under her safe spot, her matress(sp?). She flipped through the pages, her guitar resting against her stomach, and started to write incredibly fast, her handwriting looking as if she had spent forever writing it so she wouldn't mess up. But that was just her handwriting.
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Jake gazed at the ceiling, humming along to the song. When it finished, he stood up, and grabbed a black and white ball from the corner. He started kicking it like it was a hacky-sack, just as easily and as if it was that small. He shuffled around his room, making sure it didn't fall on the ground. When he finished, he kicked it neatly into the corner, and walked over to his dresser. He pulled out the drawers, having something in mind to look for. He started to fling things out of his drawer, and went to the next drawer when that one was empty. When he had went through the whole dresser, he moved on to search in his closet. He still couldn't find it! He searched under his bed, and let out a triumphant cry. He held up a piece of paper, and pinned it to a bulletin board right next to the door. He looked around at his room, and groaned. Maybe this place wouldn't be different, considering he already couldn't see the floor.