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The shouts of joy as the younger children ran through and kicked up the snow could be heard all around campus, followed by the sounds of car horns, motorcycles vamping, and the bus that many took as they could not get other rides. School was back in at Midnight Private Academy and many of the first to show up were the younger children, the ones in first grade up through eighth grader. The older children, the high schoolers and college students, knew better than to show up this early.

Suitcases could be heard hitting the ground and rolling down the sidewalks. Mainly parents made their way into the dorms, heading to their children's rooms to put away their suitcases as the children themselves rain through the drifting snow. Parents, recognizing each other from the first day, stood inside the door of the dorms, hugging their arms around themselves and talking as they watched their little angels through balls of fluffy iciness against the backs of unsuspecting security guards. Not that the security guards didn't mind. 

It came time, after ten to fifteen minutes of watching the children, for the parents to leave. There were not many tearful goodbyes, as they knew that they would see them soon again, in about five months after they got out for summer break. The sound of cars could be heard taking back off down the slick mountain path and the children, now only slightly more tame, watched the line of cars disappear. All was silent in the mountain... for about a minute. 

Whoops and hollers could be heard out the windows of another stream of cars making their way up, though these cars were here to stay. Squeals came from the little children as the high schoolers, excited to be seeing their friends again, hopped out of different cars. Girls yelled each others' names, calling greetings across the parking lot, guys sprinted out of their cars and managed to tackle each other across the field of soft snow. On one side of the parking lot that could be seen was one of the younger college students, headphones in, and making her way toward the fine arts building. She rolled her eyes at the other students' craziness, but she didn't mention anything about it to them. 

Two guys, one slightly Asian looking and the other very European looking, climbed off the back of a motorcycle, the brown haired brown eyed European gripping his arms tightly. "You just had to choose your motorcycle didn't you," he said, a light British accent flowing out with the words. "You couldn't have been normal like everyone else and chosen a car with heated seats or, you know, actual covering?"

"Chill out, Will," the black haired, dark eyed fellow responded, running a hand through his hair. "You'll be thanking me once I drop you off at the airport for summer vacation." The Londoner, Will, just shook his head and made his way toward the dorms. He smiled at waved at people, before disappearing inside the dorms. 

Rai, on the other hand, walked toward some of the football players that were gathering. He didn't smiled, but instead smirked as they called out a greeting to him. The sound of greetings echoed over the snow banks, right as three chimes could be heard. "All students, make your way to the theater. We will have our beginning of semester meeting before you are allowed back to your dorms." The voice over the intercom was an elderly woman's, the Headmistress's, one would think. The elder students letting out a groan, many turned to head into the Fine Arts building. Will came back out of the dorms immediately, following the large crowd, and made his way to a seat. Not far off, the girl with headphones sat, her feet kicked up on the back of a chair. Rai didn't sit too far from Will either, but he was talking with his other football buddies and waiting for the speech to begin.