A bell went off alerting Runiaka to the fact that someone had boarded the bus, She quickly walked out to the entrance and saw a young lady standing in the hallway.
"Excuse me Miss, but this is a special bus for a private academy. Do you happen to have your scroll on you?" she asked firmly.

Ying was ready...or at least she thought as she got out of her room, dressed casually with the same clothes she had on her, borrowed from Aisling. She realized she didn't have many clothes in her small cloth bundle she packed along from her world; her traditional garb didn't fit at all in this modern setting. She would need to shop for more clothes for sure - Ying needed to fit in.

As she closed her room door, Birdie comfortably perched on her left shoulder, Ying heard a bell rang and some noises downstairs near the bus entrance. Hmm, what could it be? She didn't think they would have any more visitors...hopefully it's not the bad or unpleasant ones like Aisling's family members?

"Runiaka, what's going on?" Ying walked towards Runiaka curiously, before she noticed a new girl standing at the hallway. "Oh, who is this?" Ying asked politely.

"I don't know who she might be. What is your name, please?" Runiaka asked as she walked out and stood by the student.

"I already asked her that ladies. Please go get some breakfast and we have a very busy day ahead of us." Miss Runiaka spoke firmly as she nodded towards the dining room.

"Yes, Miss Runiaka." Aisling responded quietly as she lead the way to the dining room.

Ripple was confused and still waiting for the bus. Hmm, she thought, I might as well play while I'm at it.

((Let's start with breakfast and move onward))

Aisling was walking through the vending line when she saw French toast. Then she choose some bacon, tea and juice. She went to the table and placed her tray down. She sat down to began to eat. It was fresh tasting and the bacon was perfectly crisp. It was a perfect breakfast.

Runiaka was in the back placing 4 boxes into the lockers from the back. These will be used on tomorrow but was afraid that she would forget about them. She then sent a T-Mail (TextMail) to her young Ladies.