A group of teenagers at a creative + preforming arts college.
I lay back on the grass and closed my eyes. After a week here, this had become a normal place to find me. Today was no different, the sun was smiling down on me, and the smell of warm grass drifted past me. Summer was approaching faster than normal. It was only May, but the past two weeks had been solid sun. I had yet to make new friends, but after the year I'd had, some time alone was pretty great.
Suddenly a shadow fell across my face. My eyes flicked open and once they adjusted, I saw a beautiful girl standing above me. She was wearing s strapless white summery dress, and little white pumps. The sun was shining behind her. It lit up her red hair, like a halo of fire.
"Nice guitar," she said with a quirky smile. I sat up, pushing my fringe out of my eyes.
"Thanks," I said, and then looked down, unsure of what to say. She was like an angel.
"This your first year here?" she asked, sitting down next to me.
"Yeah, I'm on the music course," I said, "You?"
"Yup, I'm on the dance course," she replied.
"Sweet," I said. It was all I could think of, "So do you like it here?"
"Yeah," she said, "It's so nice to be away from school, and parents. How about you?"
"Yeah, I'm looking forward to doing what I like for a change," I said, "And meet new people."
"So are you going to the party tonight?" she asked, "There'll be a tonne of new people to meet there."
"Yeah, I think so," I said.
"Great, me too," she said. There was a little beep, and she pulled a phone out of nowhere, slid the screen up and paused for a second or two. She turned to me as she stood up, "I've got to go now, but I'll see you tonight yeah?"
I nodded and smiled. And then she was gone, a little white and red figure disappearing across the grass. I reaslised I had forgotten to ask for her name.
I sighed and dragged myself up to my feet. The sun was directly overhead now, and beginning to burn. I walked in the direction of the main student building, where there are cafe's and games rooms, and even a cinema. As I approached the courtyard, a group of people came out one of the doors, led by an arrogant looking boy. They walked past without so much of a glance my way. It was clear they thought a lot of themselves.