A shiny black, expensive looking car pulled up a ways from the school, a chauffeur exiting the driver's seat to open the back door. A girl stepped out from the lush leather interior of the car, overly long shiny brown hair pulled back into a neat braid. Large, puppy dog eyes scanned the surroundings as she clutched her beige satchel to her chest nervously, tucking a few stray pieces of pretty locks back behind her ear. "Right here is fine, Geoffrey, thank you." The elderly man looked skeptical, but walked slowly back around the front of his car and drove off in silence.
"I watched every high school movie I could. I read multiple books on it. I should know what to do... I hope." Hesitantly, the girl reached down to fix her black thigh highs, which even one probably cost more than a normal child's entire outfit, before starting up to the school doors with her heart racing. She was dressed in the stereotypical schoolgirl outfit: white button up, red tie, plaid skirt. Also from all of her 'highschool research.' She knew full well this was no ordinary school, but was probably similar... Right?
