The girl stepped out of the bus, looking down at a picture of what Beata was supposed to look like. She looked up, comparing the school to the picture, and nodded. The bus driver yelled at her, but she wasn't even listening. She took her luggage from the step of the bus, and the driver closed the doors. Withing a couple seconds, he was off with his passengers. "I'll make you proud." she whispered as she held one hand at her heart. Pulling out the handle to her rolling bag, she pulled it into the school grounds.
