Zephyrine
Zephyrine growled and roled over in her bed. All she heard all morning were people yelling and a lot of racket. She wanted to sleep. To curl up in her bed for ever. She hated having to get up, move and interact with others. She hated her life. Absolutely hated herself, her life. All she wanted to do was curl up in her bed and never move again. Sighing she rolled onto her back and looked at the ceiling of her room. It was a simple room. A bed, a closet, a chest of drawers, a bedside table, a small fridge(filled mostly with sweets and fruit) a lamp, a desk and a few CDs. She must forget her lovely instruments.
Most of the others lived outside the guild. She lived in the guild because she had nowhere to go, no-one to turn to. Well except the guild master. She had no friends apart from him and no family. She sighed heavily and sat up and swung her legs out of her bed. She stood stiffly. Groaning slightly she slipped her dressing gown on before pulling on a pair of slippers. Stretching she left her room and headed down to get breakfast. She slipped past the others near the stairs. She seen the Guild Master and kept her head down. She walked calmly into the kitchen and grabbed a few pieces of bread. She dropped them into the toaster and waited hoping she wouldn't be noticed like normal. She was hardly ever noticed. She wasn't important at all. She looked around before turning her attention back to her toast.