Young Sara had emerged from the changing room in full gymnasium regalia at roughly the same moment that Ms. Smith arrived. Having been laying on a couch during her psychiatric check-in, she wasn't enthused by the prospect of sitting down; restlessness filled her, as it always did first thing in the morning. 

She remained standing as the matron of the Orphanage spoke. Having heard the same mold of speech for two years already, Sara hardly paid much attention, spending the few moments loosening up with a session of shadowboxing. [color=f26522]"So can we, like, start already?"[/color]