Mina slipped quietly into a seat, brushing her short fringe out of her chocolate eyes. The first year was somewhat nervous, and hated to admit it but had to. Brushing an imaginary piece of dust from her robes, she glanced around her.
No faces she recognised immediately. Biting her lip - for once in her life, she was actually showing nerves! - she glanced back to her skirt, plucking fraying pieces of threads whilst cursing her father under her breath.
__________________ It's my song, when I'm reaching for the sky
It's my song, I'll keep walking 'til I fly
Even though this is an endless world, why is it too small for my hands?
On top of this annoying world I want to laugh |