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[h2][center][color=aba000]Aniyan Vulor[/color][/center][/h2]
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Aniyan had always loved Japan. His father, guiding him through Tokyo station once again, always made him feel happy. It was the one trip they had always took, except for the one back home each year. He never went back during holidays, just to save his father money. They were always poor, and Aniyan was lucky to get the luxuries he did have, like his drum set and his ipod. They had to save for years for both items. Aniyan and his father had entered onto the platform. [color=aba000]"Goodbye, baba."[/color] Aniyan said to his father. [color=00a651]"Goodbye, my son. I will write to you weekly, like before"[/color], he responded, and then promptly left. Aniyan took his headphones out and plugged them into his ipod. He shuffled his playlist, and 2112 by Rush played. His headphones always did look weird with his green robes.

It was extremely hard for Aniyan to believe that he was already in 6th year. He had always been a mediocre student, never the best, but it just seems that time seemed to fly. Aniyan didn't even believe that he had learned much. Regardless, he had another year of having to sit through Divination, which he hated with a passion. Actually, maybe not. He wasn't sure if they offered divination for 6th years. All he knew was that he had hoped that they didn't.

Aniyan was extremely tired. Travelling across China was always hard. China was beautiful, but that doesn't mean that it isn't tiring to travel across it. It was always super tedious, always looking at mountains and plant life until they finally made it to the cities, where they then took a boat to Japan. Japan was always the best. They would spend 2 days there each time, and buy all of his new supplies each year. Sometimes, his father even let him visit the music store, and he got his last pair of drumsticks two years ago. Speaking of that.... Aniyan peeked into his suitcase. His father enchanted it to be big enough for him to take his drums with him everywhere. They were all intact, so Aniyan boarded the train. He set his luggage up on the luggage rack above his compartment, number 22. He took out Surat, and sat down in the compartment. He pet Surat, then proceeded to airdrum to what was now playing, Pink Floyd's Have a Cigar.

Aniyan began to think, [color=aba000]"I wonder why I have never made any friends here at this school. Everyone seems to have them. I mean, I always help everyone, I'm kind. I wonder.... May be it's because I just never take interest. Whatever."[/color] He continued airdrumming. Surat jumped on his lap and began to yowl. She scratched through his robes. [color=aba000]"Бич!"[/color] he shouted, in his native tongue. As he shouted the slur, the compartment door opened. Someone was entering, so Aniyan took out his headphones. [color=aba000]"Hello?"[/color] he said, shyly.
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