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The doors of the music room slammed open with a bang. Noel startled, spinning around. He, along with the other three member of the choir, saw a boy walk in, not bothering to close the doors behind him. They all knew this boy, though no one had ever spoken a word to him.
His name was Mischa Bachinski. He'd moved to Uranium a couple weeks ago. Everyone in the school knew him. No one in the school liked him. He was violent and rude, ignoring people when they attempted to speak to him. A backwards cap sat on his head, and his collar was undone. Not the kind of guy you would usually see in a place like this.
But the director, Father Marcus, welcomed him with a smile nonetheless. "Ah, you must be Mischa!" He addressed the rest of the choir, who all wore looks of mass confusion. "I must have forgotten to mention our latest addition. Everyone, Mischa Bachinski. He will be joining our lovely choir. Mischa, have a seat."
Mischa scoffed and sat down in the only empty seat, which Noel realized with horror was right next to him. He subtlety turned away. Boys like this were the kind of people he preferred to avoid. Not that Mischa seemed interested in him at all. He was just staring at his phone.
Father Marcus's voice cut across the room. "Mischa, if you would please set your phone down, we're starting rehearsal. Don't worry, you'll pick up on things pretty quickly."
Mischa reluctantly put his phone in his pocket and turned his attention to Father Marcus. Everyone else did the same.