[i]Kotori[/i] - [u]A Songbird[/u]

Her day always started early, at the crack of dawn in her small dormitory room. Never once did it have the comfort of her own apartment, but at least here she didn't have to constantly work to keep her home. It was a blessing that she could appreciate, and as her glasses floated over from her bedside table and gently landed on her nose, everything came into focus.

Her main window always faced east, and with it the golden glimmer of sunlight's warmth beginning to reach through the curtains and onto the floor. Stretching lightly and ruffling the length of her black hair, she tip-toed her way lightly to the shower and soon after warm steam filled the small room.

Some time later she emerged from her dormitory dressed in the school's standard uniform. Lightly slinging her book bag over her shoulders, Kotori half walked-half hopped her way down the stairs towards the nearest bike rack. Parked there was a cherry red bike, chained to the rack itself and subtly the digits turned themselves while no-one was looking. The lock popped open and then wrapped itself and the chain about the midst of the bike tightly.

With the hint of a mysterious smile lining her lips, she hopped onto the bike and made way towards the school's main grounds. Upon nearing where she was to leave her two-wheeled method of transportation, the quiet girl smoothly transitioned from her seat into walking alongside the bike. Perhaps her feet fell too slowly, perhaps not, it mattered very little as the bike found its proper place.

As she walked away, the lock and chain positioned themselves where they belonged to secure her only bike while the grounds were still empty.

Today was an important day, a day where she walked into the school absurdly early. It was always important to make a good first impression, and she was determined to at least try to do just that. Sitting warmly in her bag was a home-made breakfast and lunch, down to even a freshly cooked omelette neatly decorated in various herbs and spices and filled with delectable vegetables and meats. A neatly cut pyramid of rice, and a light assortment of freshly cut and arranged fruit. Oranges, Grapefruit, and Pineapple arranged in a floral pattern.

Lunch was for eating later, she needn't dream about it now.  

Wandering through the hallways, she found that which she had been searching for. The Music room! Quietly opening the door and peeking inside, the sight that greeted her was a magnificent one. Sitting in a corner near the open window was none other than an absolutely awe-inspiring Grand Piano. Settling the fluttering excitement in her heart, she fought the urge to sprint over to the instrument.

Instead, she walked alongside it for several seconds. Admiring the craftsmanship amorously as her fingertips gently ran alongside the polished lacquer. Silently, she slid to sit in front of the ivory and obsidian keys, lifted the guard that protected them in their vigil, and settled her slender fingertips atop them.

Slowly, she began her day with a melancholy but hopeful tune. 

[hider=This Tune if curious]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kqrg_1TkKT4
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Eventually, her morning became encompassed in music. Relishing each press of any key and loving it more each and every second, the little Songbird quietly hummed to herself a softened tune of an unknown lyric as she continued to play as the sun came over the horizon at last and the school began buzzing with the sound of other students. The moment the sound of another singing atop the roof above her made her immediately halt however, and the protector of the keys quickly snapped shut.

Looking hurriedly to the door, she could see the shadows of other students moving outside of it, probably readying themselves to enter their first class of the day! She needed to hurry and escape before she was seen! 

Quickly spinning out of the chair, she was helpless but to watch it tilt and fall in her poorly adjusted haste. As quickly as it had fallen, the chair suddenly stopped in it's collapse and floated back to where it belonged. A sigh of relief escaped her, and she bound in a long stride for the exit of the classroom. Smoothly opening the door and sliding out unnoticed, she hurried her way through the halls and into the empty cafeteria. 

Closing the door behind her then, she finally managed to breathe again.

Finding a chair in the vast, but empty room she had found solace in, Kotori reached inside her bag and unveiled her carefully wrapped breakfast. Plucking up her personal chopsticks, she smoothly picked up a piece of deliciously golden pineapple from her wonderful-smelling breakfast to take a bite...

And then the door handle jiggled. 

She froze in panic. Her feet screamed to fly instead of remain, but then two students walked in. One was closer to her age but the other looked like a middle schooler? Perhaps brother and sister she surmised; thet wouldn't bother her, and a breadth of elation escaped her for now. Quietly she finish taking a small bite out of the pineapple, while she watched the two others distantly from the corner of her eye.