Sazael sauntered over to an empty bench, her schedule in her hands as she looked over it once more. They were decent classes, none that she wanted to change, especially Archery, which she had experience in already. Just before falling onto the bench, she swung her cello around her body and off her shoulders, placing the case beside her. She shoved the paper in the pocket of her sweatshirt and leaned back into the bench with a sigh.
After a brief moment, a soft playing of the cello began playing from her pocket. It was her ringtone, signaling that someone was calling her. Already predicting that it was her parents, she answered reluctantly.
"Hello?"
"I apologize."
"No, there's dorms."
"Like I said, I apologize."
"I don't want to talk to Papa."
"Yes, Mama."
"Stop worrying. I can take care of myself."
"Yes, Mama. Bye."
With that, she hung up. Another sigh left her lips as she put the phone back in her pocket. Her parents wanted her back as soon as possible for some unknown reason, but they agreed to wait until after she graduated.
Such a bother.