South Haven Musical Theater College

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Bonnie waited for a moment before taking a pen from her own pocket and writing something in Suzuki's sketchbook before giving it back. She gave Suzuki a smile and went to her own Dorm Room. "If you want a friend, come by and see me. I'm in dorm #5. No one should be withought friends and laughter. -Bonnie," the note read.

Once in her room, Bonnie sighed and started to get her books ready. She knew that the Theory for Musical Theater would be an analytical essay on a certain musical or other topic each month over the Term. All the students in Musical Theater, Choir, and Band shared the same Theory class. They separated for the afternoon Practical class. Bonnie knew mornings lasted from 8am to 12am, lunch from 12-1, and the practical class from 1-5. "I wonder what the first analytical essay will be about," she wondered to herself.

 

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Suzuki tilted her head to the side softly, as she took a pen and started to write something on her sketchbook. When she gave it back, she looked down and tried to read what it said. She gave a small smile, as her eyes scanned to paged of the sketchbook. She was glad that she had learned the girls name, at least she knew someone that she could talk to without being laughed at. Once the girl left, she shut her door slowly. She shuffled a things back into place, and placed her sketchbook onto the desk next to her bed.

After she got all her clothes and belonging into place, she took her textbooks and opened then up. Her eyes scanned the pages content, and she read some of the pages. Classes wouldn't be easy, and she'd have to be on her toes. If she wanted to keep up with everyone she'd have to put in more effort.

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[Author Rayelynn]

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Nightmare Dreamcatcher

Cassandra Balbina practically leapt from the still-moving bus as it pulled up at the entrance to the school. She hurriedly picked her suitcases from the pile being unloaded from the bus and ran towards her dorm room, level 1 number 5. She unlocked the door with her key and chucked her suitcases against the bed, plopping down excitedly. "I can't wait for classes to start!" she giggled. She plugged her phone into her adapter and into the wall socket, watching her screen light up. Her kiwi bird lock screen reminded her of her home country, New Zealand.



Renata, unlike many unboarding from the bus that had arrived at South Haven, waited patiently to disembark and collect her things. The sheer mass of students surrounding the bags meant she would be waiting for long whether she was on the bus or not. Once they had left, the raven-haired Irish lass grabbed her belongings and looked to her map to find her way to her Dorm. Exiting the elevators to the second floor of the student dorms, she unlocked room 2 and made her way inside. She sat on her bed and looked at her surroundings, her new home for 2 years. It wasn't shabby.



Elaine had been at the school from the day before, watching the new bus arrive. She was waiting to see if one of her friends from Canada had made it like they said they had. She had watched every bus, car, and student arrive but her friend was nowhere to be found. She assumed they hadn't been able to afford the price for the college, or hadn't been accepted like they said they had. She shrugged, knowing full well she would make more friends down the line.



Iris disembarked from the bus, shortly before Renata had, and collected her things. She looked at the school with unease, unsure of how she would fit in. From the students she saw milling about, there did not seem to be many Asian youths around her. She always had trouble with fitting in, so this was something that would take a while to come to terms with. She hurried along to her dorm -- level 2, room 7 -- and unpacked her things as quickly as she could. She wanted to take the Campus Tour at 2, allowing her to familiarize herself with her surroundings better.



Mackenzie walked out of room 7 (floor 1) of the student dorms with a towel in his arms. He had been at the campus gym and needed a shower in the Shower Hall. As he walked along, he was greeted by a few friends the friendly Pennsylvania-native had formed along the way. He whistled a song as he walked to his destination, glad to see no one else there yet.



Aaron, the white-haired and tan-skinned Mexican, was sitting in the school cafeteria, drinking a tea as students chattered around him. He had his headphones in, listening to the soundtrack of Moana quite contently. In his hands was a comic, The Avengers. He was an avid fan of comics, musicals, and parties. He hadn't made any friends, but he knew he would surely form strong bonds once classes started.

 

[Nightmare Dreamcatcher]

Emilia Vesela sat in her dorm room, headphones in her ears. She was listening to Danish music, reminding her of home, before she was ready to encounter others and embrace in friendships. She missed her home, her family, and even though this is where she wanted to be to further her career, it was a bittersweet feeling. She wanted to be back home.

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Henry Brontes, a British youth a long way from home, was sitting on the front garden lawn, enjoying a book and some sunlight. It was a warm spring day, and he was going to soak in every ray of sunshine he could. Behind him sat some friends he had made earlier, but they seemed less interested in talking to him as they had earlier. Henry didn't mind, he was content finding his own place without having to resort to friends to feel like he belonged.

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The beautiful, dark-red headed Scottish lass Lorraine was busy getting a snack from the cafeteria when other students were still arriving at the school. She was about to grab an apple when she saw a familiar face from the corner of her eye. She waved at a tall, blonde-haired boy in the corner of the room. She took her apple with her to say hello to her old friend. "ρяєѕтση, ѕσ gσσ∂ тσ ѕєє уσυ!" she exclaimed.


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With his face stuck in a translation book, Reuben Benigno was biding his time in the college Library until the Campus Tour in the afternoon. His ability to speak English was very minimal, but he was able to understand the language extremely well. He was very fluent in sign language, using that to converse with people for the most part. He felt very bad that he could barely hold a basic conversation, the most he managed to get across were things like -- нσω ∂σ ι gєт тσ тнє тяαιη ѕтαтιση? -- and -- ι ∂σ ησт ѕρєαк єηgℓιѕн νєяу ωєℓℓ, ∂σ уσυ ѕρєαк ρσятυgυєѕє αт αℓℓ?. He sincerely wanted to communicate more, but he at least knew that singing in another language was much easier to do than learn it.

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To say that Preston was happy to see a friendly face was an understatement. He embraced Lorraine in a tight hug, chuckling the whole time. "ѕσяяу ιт тσσк ѕσ ℓσηg тσ gєт нєяє, тнє ƒℓιgнт ωαѕ ∂єℓαує∂ ƒяσм є∂ιηвυяgн," he admitted sheepishly in his rich, Scottish accent.