[i]“Arriving at destination, on right.”[/i]
	Ryker’s head thunked back against the right-hand window. At least he would at last be capable of leaving the wretched car behind.
	His parents’ attention turned to the destination in question as the car slowed.
	“This it?” Karl smoothed back his short, dark hair. “Bit of an odd place for a school.”
	“Looks like the pictures online.” Donna quickly checked herself in the visor mirror. She fluffed her blond hair, and made sure her makeup was still in place.
	“[i]Finally,[/i]” Ryker muttered under his breath the moment Karl put the car in park.
	Ryker did not waste a second. He straightened and practically threw the car door open. Forgetting to unbuckle, the seat belt rewarded his efforts of getting out by snagging around his waist, pulling him awkwardly back inside.
	Donna sighed. “Please, [i]try[/i] to behave?” she pleaded as Karl popped the trunk and got out.
	“Whatever.” He quickly unbuckled. He just remembered to grab his hoodie as he hopped out. 
	The afternoon sun made his black hair shimmer with a pearlescent sheen as he took in the school. Not that it [i]looked[/i] like a school. Ryker blinked in surprise at the large mansion before him. Flowers in every color, some in shades Ryker thought had only existed in Never-Never, lined the walkway leading to the mansion. The pristine grass looked lush enough to comfortably sleep on. He swore he could almost smell the sweet scent of freshly cut grass mingling with the aroma of the flowers hanging thickly in the air.
	Most importantly, it looked like an easy enough place to escape from, unnoticed. The last thing he needed was to be surrounded by more people telling him he was traumatized from his ‘ordeal’ and suffering from some sort of PTSD. What he [i]needed[/i] was to find a way back to Never-Never.
	Donna got out and quickly brushed off her black pencil skirt. She tugged at the bottom of her crimson shirt, then stepped to Ryker.
	“You [i]did[/i] pack a comb, didn’t you?” she sighed, reaching out to attempt taming Ryker’s unkempt hair.
	He ducked away, brushing her hand off. 
	“Right next to my toothbrush,” he grumbled. He slung his hoodie over his shoulder, holding it by the hood. He slipped his opposite hand into a pocket in his cargo shorts.
	Donna’s lips pursed.
	Karl forced the trunk shut and joined his family, wheeling Ryker’s small suitcase behind him. He stopped beside Ryker, and refolded the collar of his button-down shirt, just for good measure, surveying the estate with a critical eye.