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Where the artistically inclined come to perform their works in front of a live student audience. Also where assemblies from school officials are held.

He didn't really have any reason to be in the auditorium that day. There was no official assembly being called and no student was to be performing their talents on the stage. So, reasonably, he shouldn't have been there. He had been there once, maybe twice since he had arrived at the Zahara Academy. Both were for assemblies gathering the entire school together for a lecture by the authorities there. Thomas merely had the whim to venture out of his dorm that day and search his surroundings. He had only quelled his curiosity of searching around the main buildings of the school. He hadn't quite made it to the auditorium yet. So, now it was its turn to be scrutinized. Quietly passing by the front doors, he was able to slip in and venture down the wide stepped stair case where the entire audience would have been sitting on another day. He was crawling through the series of seats, with his eyes to the ceiling. His fascination with discovering new places were unyielding as he peered up at the small catwalk where crew members would work with lights for the stage.

He was greatly impressed by structures like the auditorium before him. Never had he really come across something that held so much culture and modern tradition in it than a place like this. There was so much that happened in such a room. On one hand, there could be the music and arts being performed on that stage. On the other hand, important lectures occurred where the dean would joyfully announce news to the students that they didn't particularly want to here. He remembered in his old school how once a whole society had come to the school, telling everyone about the great luxury of learning different languages. It was only one example out of many. Thomas treaded down the steps silently, his ears perking up as he heard a sudden clatter behind the curtain of the stage. Someone else was here. Holding his shoulders back, he furrowed his eyebrows and proceeded forward with his footsteps leaving behind no sounds. As he approached the stage, he heard the soft intake of breath nearby. Yes, this person was definitely hiding.

His footsteps tread a bit more carefully as he felt that the person hiding definitely did not want to be found. He knew a bit about what it felt to not want to be discovered by a random stranger when he was hurt in some way. It was a split second reaction he had for basically everything. Wasn't this school for people like him? Maybe this person had a similar reaction to his. Rubbing his neck slightly, he squinted his eyes to search through the distance before him. His eyes widened and he stepped back a bit when a loud scraping noise reached his ears. "Hello?" Thomas eventually announced himself to whoever was there, concern evident in his voice. He wasn't exactly sure what was going on why this person was hiding, but he felt the moral obligation to help whoever was here. Isn't that what happened here? Everyone was accepted for who they were and no one would be treated wrong for it.

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Perhaps thinking that way was wrong. Not everyone was accepting, even those who said those words the most. For instance, your parents were supposed to love and cherish you. They were supposed to make excuses for your bad behavior and take care of you when you were hurt. They were supposed to protect you from all the bad and evil in the world, trying to maintain the innocence in their child. But, not all parents were like that. Some broke away from their moral, honorable responsibilities of being a parent and refused to acknowledge their role in life. Instead of accepting you for who you are, they tore every bit of happiness down and ruined everything. But, that was only his perspective, of course. "Okay, I won't come..." Thomas reassured the trembling voiced girl, pausing in his footsteps and standing on the stage, but not nearing to the curtain that hid her. "My name is Thomas. What's yours?" He asked her, hoping to calm whoever it was down.

This girl was certainly no stranger to hiding. She was making it quite obvious as to where she was, but had not allowed her face to be shown to him. It was either she was far too timid to come out and show her face, or she merely the fact that she didn't want to meet him. He didn't know her, so he really could not tell, but it would probably take much patience on his part to draw her out. His eyes traveled up to the wavering curtain once again as he spotted the fabric swish back and forth slightly as the hidden figure behind it began to move around once again. He didn't know what she was up to now, but was sure to figure it out soon enough. Thomas caught sight of small pairs of hands first, poking out from behind the curtain and pulling it slightly back to reveal her pink face. He thought that he may be imagining it at first, but then, he caught sight of the red on her fingers. She was bleeding. Why was she turning him away earlier than if she was hurt? "It's alright." He murmured in a soft tone, hoping to draw her out now so that he could help her. As he opened his mouth again to speak up to her about her wound, she shamefully sped past him and out of the room. Nice conversation there, he had. He would have to alert someone that there was a bleeding girl running around campus now.

Maggie was twirling and bouncing around in her own little world, a pair of white headphones in her ears. Aretha Franklin's 'Respect' was booming through her earphones as she sassed her way down the auditorium. Maggie had a way of loosing herself, and she might have lost herself a bit too much because she found herself on the ground in 2.0 seconds time. Maggs bolted right up and straightened herself up before acting like nothing happened. Maggie had a reputation of being just a little bit clumsy, so she looked around to see if anybody was there to witness just another one of her epic fails. Not seeing anyone just yet, Maggie situated herself and sat down in one of the seats, singing along to the continuous sound of music that flashed through the cable cords and reacher her ears. To say the least, Maggie wasn't a bad singer. If anything, she was actually quite good. As a child she used to enjoy choir class the most, because everyone had to sing so she wouldn't be made a joke of. Of course, the constant tortures of her family didn't help the lack of esteem she had and found a way to put an end to the Maggie who felt confident about music. Now, Maggie only sang when alone, so that nobody could hear the 'wretched' voice of hers.

His eyes widened greatly at the sight before him. Of course, he had seen images and such of big places that looked like this, but never had he ever ventured into an area so beautiful and spacious. His eyebrows raised as his hand reached out to skim the wall. "Hello...?" Thomas called out, dragging the vowels a bit in boredom. Closing the door behind him, he padded carefully past the dozens of rows of seats, hearing his shoes make small sounds every time they touched the floor. Taking a guess, he pressed passed the curtain of the stage, peering around backstage and wanting to explore as much as he could. This was just incredible! If all of this worked out...he would be living here! Not exactly, there in the amphitheater, but at the school. Things were going well so far. His smirk widened, encouraging him to search the appearance of the room he had vacated. A soft carpet covered the expanse of the center of the tiled floor. The wide walls and high ceilings were colored accordingly brown and black with matching rows of folding chairs in front of the large TV that he supposed gave an image of the stage. Tossing his duffel on to the side, Thomas slipped ahead, taking a leap of faith and slipping past the curtain again and standing before the brightly lit stage. His arm spread out in front of him and he grinned at the comfortable feeling of being one on the stage. He could definitely get used to something like this. He only jumped back out of surprise when another voice alarmed him.

Dazed off into her own world,Maggie leaned her head back on the seats back. She sung along to the songthat was flowing into her ear drums. Not many people preferred to come to the auditorium, unless there was a performance or assembly going on. Maggie however, spent most of her days in the gigantic place. She loved to sing in the auditorium when nobody was in there, because her voice echoed off the walls and sounded like a echo chamber. Though, out of her peripherals she saw a figure standing on the stage, and she shot up out of her seat. Maggie pulled out her headphones and quickly shoved them into her slouchy purse.
"I-Im sorry. I didn't know there was somebody in here." Maggie stated, her soft green eyes wide. Instinctively, Maggie tried to hide the fact that she was abnormally thin, so she stuck her legs even closer to hide the gap and puffed out her large sweaters to hide her abnormally small torso. Maggie didn't need a new person to acknowledge her problem. Not only was she rather thin, but her height didn't help her at all. Maggs went to hide behind her hair, but since it was up she felt rather awkward so she put her hand back to her side.

Hello??????