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[i]When I was a young boy, My father took me into the city...[/i]

''Welcome to the Black Parade'' started blasting off her earbuds and she held a little wooden matryoshkan doll in her hand. Her forehead was pressed to the window as the landscape rolled by. She spaced out as the song took her away from the tedious bus. Anastasia was back in Russia and she was five years old. She had taken her mothers wooden matryoshkan dolls into her bedroom when there was a blackout. She was scared of the dark so her parents had brought two candles and placed them on the floor. She sat down and set the dolls on the floor. While Anastasia was setting them up, she had clumsily elbowed one and it rolled down until it stopped below her bed. [i]Mother will kill me if I lose one of her dolls![/i] She said to herself. So Anastasia grabbed one of her candles and placed it under her bed as she scooted down. [i]Aha![/i] It was just in reach. She left the candle and grabbed the doll. She went back with the doll and started playing with them until she noticed her room smelled funny. Anastasia looked down her bed and widened her eyes. [i]Oh no![/i] Her father barged into her room "что происходит?" (What is going on?) he asked her but cut her off with a curse when he saw the bed starting to catch fire. He grabbed her as the room filled itself with smoke and ran with her out the door while she still clutched her mothers wooden doll.

The bus suddenly stopped, breaking Anastasia out of her reverie. [i]Chyort voz'mi![/I] She cursed as she looked around and saw that people had already gotten off the bus. She slung her backpack over her shoulder and rushed outside. Anastasia pulled up her hair and made and set it in a messy ponytail. She rapidly to the group assembled by a girl holding some papers and luckily got there before she called for the attention of everyone. 

Anastasia rolled her eyes as the girl started handing out the papers. [i]Savant[/i] was apparently her 'group' or whatever. Uncle Fredek sure was right about foreign schools being weird. Work, roles, factions? Her family sure was desperate if they sent them to this school. She sighed and shook her head as she started walking to the right where her group was supposed to go to.