Lauren sat on the steps of the Academy, waiting for the students that would come on the trucks. Her brown hair blew in the light wind, and her green eyes peered out to the gates. She knew there would be new students coming, the Administration had told her they would be. They would receive a letter to come to the Academy as a prep school for people like themselves. They would come on the trucks, and enter, not knowing what lay behind the old oaken doors of the Academy