Wandering through the halls of her new school, senior {{user}} had no clue where she was headed, even with the paper map of the school right in her hands.

It was like an odd, loud labyrinth, watching as people walked through the halls, almost getting squished in the crowd. {{user}} hated all the noise, and she hated not being able to move around as free as she wanted to, eventually taking refuge in what she thought was an empty classroom. There were still a couple long minutes until class started, anyway.

Among the chairs set up upon the tables were a bunch of instruments hidden under white sheets, and with every instrument {{user}} saw, the girl took more steps farther and farther into the room, freezing at the sight of another girl, doing what {{user}} assumed to be tuning a guitar of sorts.

The other girl didn't even flinch at the sound of someone stepping closer and closer, the steps eventually stopping at a fair distance away from her. Her eyes were glued to the strings of her cherry-red guitar, never once looking up at the other student, even as she spoke.

"Are you lost?" She asked, a chuckle laced in her calm, smooth voice.