[i]One Day Prior to Germany

The room was quiet when Samantha entered. Her father was resting in his bed, sleeping until noon. She had taken down her hood and her cloth-wrapping was resting around her neck. She would put them in the laundry machine later.

"Hey, Dad," She said, quietly, pulling up a chair.

He turned to look. Samantha bit her lip as she made eye contact. Her Dad's eyes lit up.

"Hey, sweat pea,!"

"I'm going to be going to Europe tomorrow." She said with a false cheeriness. "It's a college field trip." It was a pre-meditated lie.

"Oh?" The man said. "Have a lot of classmates? Making friends? I know you have problems making friends, Sammy." 

"...Yeah, I'm making friends. Sure," 

Her father laughed. "Do try to make friends, will you?"

There was a pause.

Her father spoke again. "Just promise me not to get into any trouble, okay?" He said with a smile.

Samantha didn't reciprocate the smile.[/i] [color=6ecff6]"Yeah, Dad, I promise.[/color]"

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Maverick didn't fall asleep on the way there, for obvious reasons. As the door opened, she step foot onto German soil for the first time. 

She had gotten a good look at everyone on the plane ride over. Some people were...louder than others. Her hoodie and masker were up again, concealing most of her identity from the people here. If this all went wrong, she didn't want one of these guys knowing what her face looks like. 

Touching her toes and twisting her back, she lingered near the back of the group.