On the piano he plays, all alone, a melody so mysterious, elegant and wonderful, like I've never heard it before.
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19. of October. The autumn is coming, there's fog outside, the leaves are dying yellow, brown and red and fall down the trees and it's cold.
I sit on my place, looking outside as I let out a deep sigh. I don't like autumn, everything is gray and foggy, it's cold and it's so quiet, as if nobody dares saying anything. The school bell rings and the teacher is coming in and behind her - a new student? "Ok, everyone, sit down please", she said. As soon as the others saw the new student as well, they returned to their p