[color=fff200][b]Arina Mifune [/b][/color]

[b]“It’s just like back in the states”[/b] she said in English.

[b][color=fff200]“Yup, classmate disappears, becomes gossip around school etc…except it’s highly unlikely that the school president would vanish”[/color][/b] replied Arina hastily while cleaning her Alto Saxophone while talking to a friend also from the states. Music rehearsal was finished, everyone was chatting up others staying or leaving.

[b]“Usually you would see it as delinquents, or the students of a lower status that would disappear”[/b] replied another friend from the states. The two were also international students and it was not common for Arina to talk to them in English instead of Japanese.

[color=fff200][b]“True”[/b][/color] as she wiped her wet reed with a cloth, cleaning both sides. There was no time to wash it for the bell was coming.

[b]“Hey Arina, have you been getting-” [/b]and then her phone beeped. [b]“…forget it some other time. My parents are here to pick me up for my doctor appointment. See you later.”[/b]

The two walked off as the other waved a goodbye as she did to as she put in a black cloth with a string through her Saxophone body, holding it carefully, it upside down, and pulling the cloth through the bell. She put all the parts in her case and placed it into her music locker

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Arina Mifune looking obviously like the American she was, walked through the hallways carrying a backpack and a purse. The [url= http://www.anouska.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/1.jpg]attire[/url] was reasonable for the weather as it was similar to what you find in the Bay Area. The stares, mutters of students whether what level they were always gave her attention especially how she was wearing those shades while walking through the halls but she did not really mind it. It was her big fuck you to the uniforms policy she despised, that she had since she returned to Japan.

She was bound to walk, or encounter someone but she was in urgency, she wanted to go home.