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Gwen smiled. She didn't wait to have Mr. Zed say they would meditate as everyObe moved their desks. She loved meditating, and it helps her a lot for the short while he had used it. She sat near the wall, her legs crossed and closed her eyes, emptying her mind in a matter of seconds, her hands limply resting on her knees. She focused solely on her breathing, in through her nose and outnquietly through her mouth.

Gwen was completely relaxed and in a restful state until Mr. Zed dismissed them. She stood up, stretching her arms with a small smile. she pulled her schedule out of her bag, smoothing it out, looking it over. "Period two.. Music with Mrs. Dupree.." se said to herself, grabbing a journal before walking out into the hall among the swarm of students.

Looking around for a moment, Gwen racked her brain on which way to go, adjusting her book bag on her back. She finally rememberedthe way, and set off walking, keeping her head low as she weaves through the sea of people. She walked through the door and into the music abd into the music room as quietly as possible. She looked around the room quickly, spotting a girl, Victoria, from her previous class, and a boy in the room along with a few other students. She took a seat near the back, about three seats away from the boy an two behind Victoria.

Setting her bag down and flipping the bangs out of her eyes, Gwen tapped her foot softly, pulling out a composition book and pencil. She flipped a few pages into the book, leanin over it slightly, shadowing the contents of the pages as she wrote. She jotted down music notes, notes for an electric guitar to be exact, and started to slowly wrote lyrics. She enjoyed writinher own songs, but didn't want to be judged for it. She looke up thinking, chewing thoughtfully above her snakebites, her eyes wandering aroun the room, especially at the instruments there. She smiled slightly as se saw a few types of guitars. Realizing she had seemed like she was staring around the room, she ducked her head down and looked at her music book, awaiting quietly for the beginning of class or for the silence to be broken.