Alice laughed as she ran and marked all over the walls. She slowed down to catch her breath and look at the long sharpie mark running along the wall, completely uninterrupted. 

"Woohoo!" She shouted and laughed to herself. She regained her energy and breath. The new student looke around their surroundings. 

The wall that she had not ruined was painted with music notes and instruments. 

"Never been in the music section before," she said to herself. 

Alice walked by a few doors before she found one with the label: "Instrument storage" 

She hesitated, then thought to herself, fuck it, no one to tell her not to. The student opened the door and stepped inside. The room was just a bit bigger than a janitor's closet, but cramped a bit beyond it's limits. Alive was surprised a bunch of trim bones didn't come tumbling down on her. She reached up and quickly grabbed a trumpet, bracing herself in case of a fall. Now avalanche of hurtful brass instructs poured down on her, so she closed the closet, taking the trumpet with her. 

She use to be in band, back in 6th grade, but after a yet of torture from the bitchy instructor, she was done. Alice still remembered how to pull off a few notes. 

Alice scrubbed the mouth piece then put her lips to it and blew.