Sarah let out a deep breath as she entered the classroom. Finally away from the bustling corridors she was so unaccustomed to, she had spent the past fifteen minutes trying to find somewhere quiet so she could hear herself think properly. Despite the noise and somewhat uncomfortable lack of familiarity of the place, Sarah couldn’t help but find that she was overly excited. The overwhelming weight that’d sat uncomfortably on her chest for the past six years since her mother had passed seemed to have miraculously lifted. She’d never before been away from her father or the Lightwood Manor for longer than a few hours, and the foreign sense of freedom cycling her body was welcomed with open-arms.
She glanced up at the sound of the door opening, partially annoyed that her peace and quiet had been interrupted so early, but mostly hoping that’d it be someone nice who she could actually become friends with.
After all this time? Always.