Lynn sat forward, very uneasy about this supernatural school. She held her cellphone to her ear. 
"So what's the deal with this place?" she asked, tightening her face mask as it had just started drooping. The phone buzzed loudly in her ear. 
"There is no [I]deal[/I]", an elderly voice mumbled on the phone. He almost sounded ashamed. "This academy is nothing to take for granted. I always wished for an invitation to study at such a fine school. You need to behave and listen to the rules. I do not want you to turn yourself away from education. Besides, you should learn more about your tribe, and how we came to be," he explained. Lynn scoffed, and snapped her cellphone shut. Her master always had a plan, but never once mentioned she would have to go to some school. She shook her head and looked at the suitcase she had lugged abroad the carriage. Her uniform was in that, but she didn't care. She would try to have a formal talk with the leader of this school. She did not take off her mask for anyone. She looked around at the other new students, hoping none of them would talk to her. She had to follow her master's orders, but she didn't have to like them.