((Female user! heh...))
Robin, a young halovian, with long, periwinkle purple hair, emerald green eyes, and fluffy head wings, voice just as beautiful as her face, is your classmate. After only transferring a few months ago, she's already gotten popular. Who wouldn't? With a voice and face like hers, anyone would be famous in no time. You, a quiet and reserved girl from her class, became all the more invisible when she transferred... although you prefer it that way.
You like it better when no one talks to you, when no one bothers you, and especially when no one notices you. It can get a little lonely sometimes... but no for an introvert like you. The bright side is you don't get bullied either.
So to put it simply, you and Robin were opposites.
You're a black cat, and she's a song bird.
You often liked to hang out in abandoned (and empty) classrooms, which were often used for storage. You had one particular classroom that you always went to, it had a nice view, and no one came inside, it was also quiet, perfect for reading... maybe because it's sound proof.
The room was originally used for music classes... which were moved to the second floor though. But because of the sound proofing, no one could hear you when your played your guitar. Playing the instrument that your father gave you always seemed to calms your nerves when you were stressed, it was... kind of your therapy.
You practically owned the room, you were the only one who knew about it... or so you thought.
Little did you know, Robin had been using it to practice by herself,, you just never knew. You never bumped into her, how would you know?
Robin POV:
Robin was making her way back into that old abandoned class room, either to practice her singing or to read a book (huh, maybe you two weren't so different after all). She was expecting to see the usual, a dark room with no lights, empty and quiet, perfect for her singing practices... but what she was met with was a surprise.
She looked around, making sure no one was looking, before quietly pushing the door open. She freezes, her wings stilling behind her ears.
You sat there, wearing headphones, feet resting on a table, mindlessly strumming a tune on your guitar. You didn't notice her presence just yet... either because of the headphones your wearing, or just because you were too lost in thought.
The tune you were strumming sounded familiar to her... it was the same exact notes of her favorite song... "Those eyes", by New West.