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[b][color=#FFA00E]Westcliffe - 8.45am[/color][/b]
Fall was in true swing. The temperature was dropping, leaves were changing and the landscape was changing. In a months time, winter would take its full grip and finish the transformation of the landscape. The morning frost had truly taken hold, covering the less covered paths with a thin layer of white.

The only school in the small town was located just off the main high street, down a small one way side road that tucked it neatly behind a few shops. Given the small size of the town, it only needed a single school to cover every possible grade. Even then every class comprised of multiple grades in order to cut down on the number of teachers required. The school was just opening and students were slowly making their way to classes. Given that the budget for the school was tiny, it was more of a daycare centre than an educational establishment.