The blue Toyota arrived at the school parking lot within 5 minutes. It was a good thing they arrived early; otherwise it would have been a pain getting into the lot as many other students would have been arriving around the same time. Elsa swerved into her designated parking spot and smiled over at her sister who was just chatting away the seconds. “We’re here,” she announced, grabbing her bag and making her way to Anna’s side. Elsa stuffed her left hand into the front pocket of her ice blue hood and rummaged for a folded piece of paper. As she did so she felt something tug at her free arm and looked over to see Anna linking their arms together. She felt the corner of her lip curl.

“Okay,” she started, removing the paper from her pocket and unfolding it as best she could with her left hand. “I have art class first. It’s on the first floor. I think most of the sophomore classes are on the first floor, too.” If her sisters first class was near then she’d most liely walk her there on her way to art. She began to walk toward the school, looking back at her car as she locked it. [i]Bee-beep[/i]..that noise always satisfied her. Elsa noticed a few familiar faces around the school yard, though she never really interacted with them. As they neared the school, a nice looking convertible pulled up into its spot. He wouldn’t have taken any notice of it had it not been for reckless manner in which it was driven. A boy she recognized, Peter Pannell emerged from the vehicle following three young girls. Elsa couldn’t help but smile, the girls reminding her to Anna’s excitement when she first came to Disney. Actually, that same excitement could be said about Anna right now. Her sister was beaming, despite having little sleep. Classic Anna. That child just seemed to be a factory of boundless energy.

Elsa led her sister into the cafeteria which was where most students hung out before school actually started. She removed herself from Anna and took a seat at a nearby table, placing her bag on top of it. She didn’t plan to stay there long, just wanted to sit down for a moment. She looked at her schedule once again.

“What period do you have lunch?” she asked without removing her attention from the piece of paper. “I’ve got 6th" [i]And it’d be nice to have lunch with my sister…[/i]