No Place Like Home

This is just the application I wrote up for an RP and I was really proud of it/may expand on it, so!

Character(s): Norway
Rating: PG, one "swear word"
Warning(s): None, AU = Gakuen as an Arts school

I can't really remember when I started playing. I know my mother always wanted better for me, because growing up in a little fishing town in Norway really never gave you a chance to get any farther than your own father. My father is a fisherman and has been his whole life. And his father before that, and his father before that. I suppose way back in the day we were Vikings, or something cool, but I just can't stand fishing. Anyhow, mother started getting me violin lessons apparently before I can remember. By the age of six I was catching the attention of people outside of the village, in little folk fests we would have where I'd be asked (told) to play folk music for kroners near the kiosks. I still do that during summer holiday, it's good money. It paid for my new violin for school. Not quite a Stradivarius but it plays better than my old pawn shop one and it's pretty fancy. I sort of want an electric one but the fact I play classical and folk music really defeats that purpose (I think) but maybe one day.
Father is always telling me I should "get my ass out of here" because he wants better for me, too, and it was really touching when they surprised me with the tuition money they had been saving up for this school my last Christmas. I've never been to a music school before but I really hope I'm good enough for them. All of my teachers have been top notch, though in the past years I've been teaching myself since we haven't had the money to get anyone but my crazy old aunt to show me new tricks.
So, packing for school I'm nervous. I'm not sure how I'll manage, if all the other students will have pedigrees and parents who put money in their pockets or anything like that. I've never been wealthy, as I said before. I don't really fancy the idea either, I like earning my own way (although the tuition money was nice) and would feel odd having everything handed to me. I'm just scared that they've all been having fancy Asian music teachers since they were two and I'm barely sub par enough to get by at the school and I'll be made fun of. In the very least, the school has uniforms so I won't have to worry about my clothes being any different.
With a sigh, I snap shut my trunk closed, and carry it out towards my future.