Post by Yeva on Sept 9, 2006 7:20:07 GMT -5
Yeva stood on the front steps of the school, looking up at the big double doors. Her black saxophone case strung over her shoulder a wheeled case trailing behind her. Most of her stuff had been sent onto the school already, not that she had much, a few of her older instruments (after all it was art school), cloths and the necessities that a gal should have. She stood still on those marble effected steps and just looked up at the school that was to be her personal prison for the next few months.
She probably shouldn’t look at it like that that. It wasn’t that bad, it wouldn’t be right? But the big white building looked kinda like a prison. She sighed and altered the sax on her shoulder. Lifting it slightly, the instrument wasn’t heavy, but then carrying it was a pain in the backside, and after walking from the station – a near hour away, her shoulder was beginning to ache. Yeva must have been stood there for nearly ten minutes, just taking it all in when she felt someone approaching behind her. She froze, waiting.
She probably shouldn’t look at it like that that. It wasn’t that bad, it wouldn’t be right? But the big white building looked kinda like a prison. She sighed and altered the sax on her shoulder. Lifting it slightly, the instrument wasn’t heavy, but then carrying it was a pain in the backside, and after walking from the station – a near hour away, her shoulder was beginning to ache. Yeva must have been stood there for nearly ten minutes, just taking it all in when she felt someone approaching behind her. She froze, waiting.
