Andrea peered from the window of the carriage, dreading the sight of her new home. 

[i]"You'll make friends, don't worry."[/i] 

"Doubt it," Andrea scuffs at the memory of her father's words. 

The carriage stops and the coach opens the door for her.

"Thank you, sweets," she says methodically as she dips her fingers into his pockets and pulls out a few coins. He doesn't notice.