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Mp3 entered the building nervously. Her first day at Guardian Academy. She stepped in the door and stood against the wall of the crowded room. A girl stood next to her, looking just as nervous. She had pale aqua skin and shimmering, forest-green hair, and she was about 4 inches taller than Mp3. She glanced up at her neighbor and grinned.
"Hi," she said, sticking out her hand, "I'm Proxy Sirvér. I'm a new cadet here. Well, I guess most everyone here is," she looked around the room, "Think this'll be any fun?"
Mp3 shook the hand unsurely, but smiled. "Yeah. Yeah, I think it'll be pretty fun."
Proxy grinned again. "Yeah. I've wanted to be a Guardian since I was tiny. I just idolized the Guardian in my system. What system are you from?"
"A.C."
"What's that stand for?"
Mp3 shrugged.
"What's your name?"
"MiDi Pixel. The third."
"Third? I always thought it'd be neat to have the same name as my mom or grandma. Or both, in your case. I think I already said my name's Proxy..."
"Yeah, you did." This Proxy was really, something. Did she ever shut up?
"Oh. Sorry, sometimes I get carried away in conversations. Or what passes for conversation with me, when I don't let the other person get a word in."
Mp3 smiled. Maybe, just maybe, Proxy wasn't so bad. It was the ones who didn't know they were yakity-yak-ing that really annoyed her.
"MiDi..."
"Mp3."
"What?"
She sighed. "I don't like the name MiDi. I prefer my initials: Mp3."
"Oh, sorry. Mp3?"
"Yes?"
"We better sit down. Someone's climbing up to the podium."
"Oh. Good idea."
The two girls found seats, even seats next to each other.