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Coldplay raised an eyebrow when he walked into the school, just noticing an error on his schedule. "Akuver....", he made a mental sigh. Apparently the transfer must have ran his name through a computer or something because it was completely wrong. "I blame this on spell check..." He tugged at his white hoodie as it hugged a little close to his neck. Pulling up the earphones with a fuzzy texture for the skulls, and turning on his ipod.

He was not that big of a fan for the entire co-ed change. Because with girls around he would probably end up doing something stupid that he would regret. That and they had the evil hearts, enough to make fun of his name which sounded like crap anyways. The noise of the halls fell to Viva la Vida, from the band that he was nicknamed after. Now that he was caught in his own atmosphere he could start looking around for the main office and ignore those who tried talking to him. Though he hated ignoring them, listening to the music made it somewhat easy because most of the time he didn't even hear them. Since he kept his hair in front of his eyes he would not see anyone trying to communicate with him either. Catching a part of a sign that he thought said '..Counselling..' since his hair was blocking out a few of the letters, he walked over and knocked on the door. Perhaps he could get some of them to fix the errors on his schedule.