As I pushed open the heavy green doors of the middle school, I wondered who would be waiting for me. My heart dropped. Nobody was there. So, I continued to the music room and stood there for what seemed like eons, almost dreading who would walk through those doors. Then, I saw her, a petite girl with blonde frizzy hair. She had a contagious smile, yet she still seemed just as anxious as I was. Her name was Rosie, and...