Beatrix;Smoke; 18
It was no big deal to Beatrix, Flying millions of miles away and starting a new school in an unfamiliar country. What was, in fact, a big deal. Was being awake in the daylight hours. She strode through the halls in a slow pace, her boots creating a soft melodic thud as she made her way down the center of the walkway. Trix adjusted her bag on her shoulder and huffed in displeasure, a film of grey swirling from her lips as she did so.'what kind of place doesn't show you the dorms before the assembly?' she continued her journey, longing for the soft duvet and pillows, silently trying to eye- out any potential help.























