Aya held her katana with her right hands with her baby blue side pack. It’s been a while for Aya, to finally be in a school with no relatives, who would want to dominate her. Aya was tired of her old life. The life of a fighter and toy for her brother. Aya stood in front of the school with her long light brown hair flowing in the wind. Each strands of her hair slide over her face gracefully. Her soft, brown eyes glimmer in the sun with hope of new friends, love and happiness. Her face was as young, pure and soft as silk. Many strangers mistake Aya for a young child. She wasn’t a child, not in Aya’s eyes. She was almost 18 and ready to explore the world already. Her lips poked out a bit, showing the timid breathe. Her heart pounding faster than normal. She placed her small foot on the concrete steps. She began to ascend the stairs, towards the double door. “Hello?” Aya placed her hands on the handles, opening the door slightly. “Anyone in there?” Aya opens the door enough for her body to fit inside. “Hello?” She continued to call out in the dim hallways.