"It won't be so bad dear" Bambi's father assured her, reaching his hand down and placing it on the girl's slender knee. She jerked in discomfort, making the man pull his hand away quickly. "Sorry sweetheart." he cooed, his hand returning to the steering wheel. [i]"I know it won't."[/i] the young girl replied quietly, and way later than when the statement was originally proposed. "What was that?" her father asked, his dark eyes glancing over at his daughter in the passenger seat. [i]"Nothing."[/i] she squeaked, her legs pulled up in the seat as she wrapped her arms around them.

It had been a painfully quiet and long drive.

Arriving at the school, Bambi didn't take too much time to wish her father goodbye. The two had always cared about one another but definitely were distant. He kissed the top of her head as he embraced her in a strong hug. "Have a good year, and don't get into any trouble." he warned, a warm smile following. The young girl gripped the handle of her forest green suitcase tighter. [i]"I won't"[/i] a meek reply followed by a soft chuckle. Despite popular belief the girl could laugh and smile and have fun too. 

Waiting until her father pulled away, she squatted down and unzipped one of the front pockets of her suitcase, taking out a swisher. She dug around in the pocket some more to find her lighter before setting the rolled cigar ablaze. Closing up her bag, she took her time making her way up to the office.