[center][color=maroon][h2]Wren[/h2][/color]
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A black car pulled up to the academy gates, it had no plates and had debadged of any manufacturing or company labels. Inside its tinted windows sat Wren and his mother's ghostly driver. A refined usage of her powers that had never stopped creeping Wren out. He was actually too busy with his phone to realize that he had arrived, he had only received it a month ago but he was already getting very good at using it. Some might think it was impossible but Wren had actually never heard of social media until a few months ago. Strangely enough most people in the mountainous regions of eastern Europe and the remote reaches of southern america did not have smart phones and even if they did, were not the kind of people to be obsessed with things like Instagram and twitter. Despite not having the life experience some had with these complex platforms, Wren had taken to all of it surprisingly quickly and already had quite the following. Apparently the angsty son of a somewhat famous former superhero attracted more fans than one would imagine. At that moment it was his Instagram feed he was scrolling through, as an amateur photographer it was by far the most interesting.  

"Mr. Maximoff we have arrived. Your belongings will be in your room thanks to your mothers prior arrangements. I am supposed to remind you to give her a call if she has not already called you." the monotone voice of the driver broke through Wren's transfixed scrolling.

[color=maroon]'Right, uhh thanks for the ride. I'll make sure to call her."[/color] Wren said while climbing out of the car. By the time he turned back around the car and driver were already gone, back to whatever mystical energy soup they came from. His phone began to buzz, his anxious mother awaited him on the other side. [color=maroon]"Yes mom I made it, I'm fine, the trip was fine. Don't worry so much, I'm not mad you couldn't come with me.... How was lunch with your brother?"[/color] As he made small talk with his mother Wren took a moment to observe the students that were still milling around near the gates. Most of them seemed to be pretty distinctive  in some way, their actions or their appearance. He was obviously in the right place [color=maroon]"I would be more surprised if he wasn't emotional mom, you were gone a really long time and you guys used to be close. I bet he missed you a lot."[/color] Wren looked down at his feet, hoping to wrap this up soon. [color=maroon]"I'm glad things are going well but I have to go...Yes yes, I love you too mom. Yes I'll be safe and careful. I'll talk to you again soon, bye."[/color] Wren hung up on his mom and watched his fellow students passively. All of the cultural catching up he had done so far pointed to high school being the worst 4 years of your life and college being the best 4. This school offered both so he assumed both would be true but he was already tired of reflecting on it. Wren just buried his head in his phone again, waiting for some sort of sign there was a dorm ready for him to hide away in.