George stepped off the curb and into the grass as an expensive black car passed her. She watched it stop in front of the glassy white building and saw some old guy let a girl out of it. She was out of earshot of them, but could see the girl quite easily. She was wearing a stereotypical schoolgirl's outfit, and was clearly a few years younger than the shaggy 19 year old. George snorted; surely this place didn't have a uniform, and surely this wasn't just going to be another high school? She went through that once, and wasn't about to do it again.
	By the time she got to the door, the others had already went inside, so George followed their lead and went inside as well.