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</div><br/><br/>Fireworks flew into the sky, exploding in bright flashes of glory…only to plummet to an untimely death. It was too brief of a life, yet it was all worth it in the end. Melanie sat her notepad down on her lap, admiring the colors for a few moments. Her pencil still cradled between fingers, she looked back down on her drawing, starting to add detail to the otherwise simple sketch. It was just a blossoming cherry blossom spreading its branches on the page, leaves tumbling towards the ground. Her blue eyes lifted whenever she heard footsteps coming her way, but she decided it was nothing to worry about. After all... it was probably just someone exploring the grounds…just like she had in the wee hours of morning. Besides, if that person decides to try and make friends with her…they will quickly lose interest. She was quiet by nature, and not exactly the socializing type, unlike Phoebe, her twin.<br/><br/>Phoebe was exploring the hallways as her sister drew pictures, having slept in until it was almost time for breakfast. Her brown locks fell into purple eyes, an impatient hand brushing the strands aside. “Where is everyone?” she asked no one, lips pursed in a pout while she peeked into a classroom. Nothing interesting was to be found there. “Maybe I should…” The thought was disrupted by the sighting of a rather handsome man, just leaning back against the wall. Her heart began thumping hard against her rib cage. “Whoa…who is he?” she thought, only to blush pink when she realized she spoke out loud. Nerves jumping inside her stomach, the young girl decided not to approach him quite yet, and turned around. “I should just find the cafeteria… Well, if I can find it…”