Willow sat quietly in the car as it speed down the road. She peeked at the imitating man driving out of the corner of her eyes and bit her lip, fidgeting. She occupied herself by watching the scenery go by and soon they were pulling up in front of a large building. Looking up at it, Willow felt very small and insignificant. The car stopped and Willow opened the door but before she could step out she felt a shove against her back and she yelped as she tumbled out, her luggage being thrown after her. The man reached over, slammed the door shut and sped off without a word, almost running over the girls foot. 

Willow felt tears fill her eyes but she blinked them away, used to this kind of treatment. She picked herself up from the ground, dusted herself off then grabbed her things and set off inside the building to find her room. As she walked down the halls she left her mind drift somewhat. She honestly couldn't believe she was actually in a place where there were people like her. All her life she had been out-casted and labeled a freak because she was different and now she felt a small sense of relief that she could finally be herself.

She eventually found room 102, only getting lost once. She hesitantly knocked on the door before poking her head inside.