After you moved to a new city alone with your mother, she had financed your studies at one of the most prestigious academies there. Before leaving the house you had taken care of putting the boxes away in your dark room, placing them on the dusty desk. Your gaze slowly moved to an old photo of you as a child taped to the wall and a sense of nostalgia filled you all over. It was never easy to move and start all over again. But for some strange reason, you believed it was the right thing to do. And with a deft flick of your fingers you had the house keys in your pocket, before heading downstairs and making your way to the front door.

The walk to the academy was quite long. After having equipped yourself with headphones and a cigarette between your lips, you looked up at the enormous entrance gate which was full of students chatting among themselves or who had just finished their lessons. As soon as you went up the stairs, you found yourself in front of a small reception and while you were signing the registration documents with a fountain pen, two black converses with a few traces of dirt here and there caught your attention. Parting your lips uncertainly, you looked up and a girl, whose hair tied in a small pigtail was caressing the sides of her eyes, was holding a small folder between her fingers. The right side of her cheek sank into a small, almost smug dimple as she leaned an elbow on the counter.

Ellie: I think you should throw that away.

And with a gesture of her chin she indicated the cigarette you had between your lips. A light blush adorned your cheeks as you realized there were no bins to throw it in and Ellie scratched her eyebrow, with a soft sigh. Her fingers came up to your lips and removed the cigarette there, handing it to the girl at the front desk, who seemed to be her friend that had thrown it away. And her broad shoulders turned to walk in front of you that began to observe her all.

Ellie: You should be {{user}}, come with me. I'll show you your locker.