Snippet #1423564

After playing a few chords, Ivy decided that her fingers hurt. She sighed, a hopeless sound of homesickness and emptiness as she scrounged through her purse for her schedule. In the dark corner of the auditorium, the girl loved it there. Free from most other people, usually the other students didn't come in here during their free time. It was nice and dark, and Ivy could easily sit alone and relive the memories of her old life. She hated it here. But only for one reason- the Academy lacked Amy. Ivy figured that she was obsessed, and hoped Amy didn't realize. The worst thing that could happen is that, when Ivy returned home, Amy wouldn't be waiting for her. That Amy would have moved on.

Music History? Really?

She walked slowly in the direction of the class, hoping that there as no one she recognized in the same class as her. Her hours of meserizing was quickly hidden away from the outside world, as Ivy returned to her stoic but dangerously closed off face, determined to stay isolated from the rest of the students. Determined to stay true to Amy. Dressed in a black leather jacket, obscure band t-shirt, ripped jean shorts and fishnet leggings, no one would ever think this girl showed weakness.