Snippet #1836406

Underneath a tree that stood near the edge of the school, Sara sat, lost in her thoughts. She whistled to herself, trying to keep the song low. One of her notebooks laid on the grass beside her, open face-down. It was still about an hour until class, meaning that very few people were around to hear Sara practise her singing. She detested audiences, not just because of the attention but because she didn't like accidentally making people cry or anything else. Even now, she was worried that people within earshot would suddenly feel full of vitality and spirit and might attribute it to her singing.

After a few minutes, she checked the time. There was still plenty of time to spare, so she pulled herself up onto her feet, putting her notebook away into her backpack. She started down the sidewalk away from Twisted Trees High School, humming under her breath. People she passed by found themselves with a smile on their face, their moods a little higher than before her notes rang in their ears. She would just take a walk down the street to bide her time and avoid the gathering students before it was time to get back to school.