[b]Arndt Schulz[/b]

Arndt waved goodbye to Mike as he left, fully engrossed in his studies to give a proper goodbye. After finishing another worksheet, Arndt stood up from his bed to stretch. He let out a deep yawn, and from the window in his room, saw that the sun was declining. The drum set right in front of the window gleamed, and the French sky outside looked beautiful. Arndt was nearly in a trance before he noticed from the corner of his eye, a normal looking letter. It didn't seem to have a name anywhere on it, but it was slid into his backpack. A sarcastic voice in his head propped out, [i]getting love letters on the first day, Arndt? Are we that popular yet?[/i] Something an old friend of his once said. Pulling it up, Arndt immediately noticed the strangely refined handwriting. Arndt looked for a name, but couldn't see any sort of signature on the parchment. He started to read the letter, Arndt thought maybe someone had accidentally mistaken him for someone else.