Valentine had finally gotten some greatly needed sleep. She woke as the car pulled up, rubbing her eyes groggily. Was she excited? No. She was unsuure if thesestrangers would accept her or not. The man driving the car told her to go on and get out. Before she did, Val pulled her long snow-colored hair up into a ponytail, and pushed down the black sleeves her long sleeved t-shirt, which she had rolled up because it had gotten hot. Usually she wouldn't have done that, but the only people in the car were her and the driver. The driver wasn't really paying any attention, so she felt it ok to cool herself down for once, and not have a heatstroke because she got too hot.
Val sighed and slowly got out of the car. She did some professional gymnastic stretches, not wanting her muscles to seize up. Because when they did, she could risk pulling one of them out of place while practicing her talent, and then she would be useless, and probably sent back to the horrid people she called parents. After stretching, Val walked around the back of the car and pulled her one duffel bag out of the trunk. It wasn't as much things as others would bring, but it was all new. She had made sure to sneak out and buy a few new outfits with some of the money her biological parents had left for her in an apology about having to leave her. She knew her real parents were great people. For a moment, she felt like crying, but it quickly disappeared. She leaned against the car. No way in hell was she making the first move. She wouldn't step up to the scary military dude until someone else did.