The black Sedan rolled along the rough mountainous roads as it had for the past hour or so. Stretched quite easily across the bench style seat in the back, Sarah Sukai was half asleep.
Unlike many other students headed to the "Marwick Academy," she hadn't had the pleasure of getting a flight on any leg of the trip. She had spent well over sixteen hours curled up on the Sedan's back seat in silence. The driver had tried to strike up a conversation with her in the earlier legs of the trip, but had given up in frustration when he realized that she wasn't much for conversation. Why should she have any care to talk to him? He was a stranger, and he was trying to pry into her past like it was canned food. If she hadn't needed him to get to her to the Academy, she would have flipped and beat him senseless.
As the car made its way up that winding, bumpy road that was presumed to be that final leg of the trip, Sarah contemplated showing him what for as soon the both got out of the car. She wouldn't need him to help with her luggage. She could get that on her own, as it was actually quite a meager weight to be carrying; everything she possessed that she could bring was comfortably packed in a small school backpack. Besides what she was wearing, she had two changes of clothes, a pair of shoes for the inevitable physical education-type classes, and a bath towel.
"We're almost there, Ms. Personality," the driver said dryly. Clearly, the man still hadn't forgiven her for ignoring his attempts to be friendly.
Not breaking the trend of silence, Sarah merely poked her head up to look through the front window. They had turned onto a smoother road of compacted dirt surrounded by a grassy field with some forest around in the distance. Not far, and growing ever closer, Sarah could see the large mansion that was to be her new "home," if she could stand her time there. Contemplating her surroundings, she concluded that there wouldn't be anywhere else worth going now that she was there; there was no city nearby, or even a town to speak of. Just fields and forests to get lost in.
The car ground to a breaking halt right outside what Sarah guessed was the school's front entrance. Even as the driver said "out" she was already sitting up right and opening her door, which seemed to have annoyed the driver a bit more. But she didn't care; she didn't need some suit-wearer opening her door. She placed her feet down on the driveway, stood up, and slung her backpack over her shoulders.
She looked up towards the entrance to the mansion, where there stood two others about her age, apparently having just met. If their attention were drawn to Sarah for whatever reason, they'd be looking at a young Asian-American girl, with a look of mild poverty. She wasn't very well kept, her face and hair being quite messy as though they had never really gotten a real washing. Her clothes were hand-me-downs from other orphans who had either been adopted or found work to support themselves. A more than broken in pair of high top Converse shoes kept her feet from the ground below. A pair of beaten black jeans, slightly ripped and a bit of a tighter fit for her covered her legs, tucking into the tops of her shoes. She wore a faded, dark gray zip-up hooded sweatshirt, with the hood drawn up partially over her head.
The small girl began to walk toward the mansion, and stopped suddenly at the sound of someone clearing their throat behind her. The driver of the Sedan stood by his car, with a strict look upon his face as he pointed to the message on the side of the car that read: "Drivers work for tips."
The anger Sarah had nearly gotten over from earlier in their trip boiled back up instantly when she read the words. How insensitive... how unobservant of him. She snapped at the driver, loud enough for anyone just inside the building to here. "YOU PICKED ME UP FROM AN ORPHANAGE ASSHOLE!" she shouted before turning around and shoving her way by the two by the entrance on her way into the main foyer.