Penelope glanced at the clock on her radio and gave a sigh as she started the final trek towards the academy. It was getting late, Luckily there were no classes being held today, even still, she was sure there would have been some sort of opening ceremony or announcements she'd missed. Then of course she'd have to be made the spectacle of wandering in clueless about the campus. "Certainly late." she huffed. But it was alright. She could see the academy coming in to view now, and perhaps if she moved quickly she could still make it inside without too much of a scene.Â
She climbed out of the sleek black vehicle and for the first time noticed the surprising lack of other automobiles in the vicinity. She'd been so focused on the time when she pulled up that she hadn't noticed it before. Perhaps she should have let the school provide transportation she pondered, as she shuffled around to the passenger door to retrieve the satchel in the back seat, she was sure she'd seen a bus passing in the opposite direction sometime earlier on the road hadn't she? She clicked her teeth once at the thought, a habit her mother surely would have scolded her for had she been present, and shut the door briskly.
"Too late for that now I guess." Reaching into the satchel she pulled out the form she'd completed the day she'd received it, and read it over once more as she headed inside the grounds.
The form read as follows:
Your name: Abelia Penelope Whitewoode
Age:18
Hobbies:Baking, reading, singing, cooking, painting, ect
Sports: Tennis, Gymnastics, Archery, Dance, Swim, ect.
Classes that you wish to take:
Cooking, arts, mathematics, business and economics.
Her exchange with the guard took only a moment before he sent her on her way, small map in hand, to find her apartment. The place was certainly large, but she guessed it may have just been because of how little other people were around to fill the space. A bit turned around her face was buried firmly in the map as she navigated her way towards her new home for the semester, "If I was suite 20, where would I be" she muttered out absentmindedly under her breath "Oh where, oh where would I be" she was almost humming now.