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[center][h2][color=darkred]Ardere Terrane[/color][/h2][/center]
[color=darkred]"I don't want to be here. I don't belong here."[/color] Ardere's first words upon seeing Avenger Academy upon exiting the rental car her older brother drove. 100 students before her might as well be the entire population of New York City. Hot weather and burning shame still lingered in the air around the redhead. Silently, she quickly turned around to embrace him as soon as he left the driver's seat. Tears started to form though Ardere quickly blinked them away. [color=darkred]"I'm sorry, Peter. About-"[/color]

"I get it. I know. You said 'sorry' many times before." Peter huffed, giving his little sister a brief hug. "But it doesn't change anything. You're a student here now and unless you want to burn our house down again, you'll stay here until you graduate or something like that."

[color=darkred]"I-"[/color] Ardere spoke up.

"Listen, I believe in you." He knelt down in front of her. "Mom and dad, they also believe in you. They just...need time and space."

[color=darkred]"Being across the continental US and by four years at least?"[/color] the redhead smirked, though her sarcasm came from denial. 

"You did burn away mom's bank statements, passwords, tax returns as well as almost 30 years of dad's art career..." Peter listed off the damages before stopping himself when he noticed Ardere was about to burst into tears and start a fire on her thin cloth turtleneck. "Anyways, go get some food, grab a drink, and play a game of two. Trust me, you'll grow to like it." 

[color=darkred]"Will you write to me?"[/color] She pleaded when he turned to leave.

"Always. Now go out there and enjoy this place. If you think this place has too many people, you should see my high school." 

After saying their farewells, Ardere turned away from the departing car and simply stared at the school before looking at the carnival scenery. Still a statue carved from marble, she looked away toward anything that could catch her attention.