The basic welcoming.

The wind gently tugged at her hair, but she didn't care all she did was stare at her new school with Wide blue eye's filled with shock. Milah felt like she had a giant lump in her throat, it wasn't until recent that she had found out about these unique gifts, apparently her parent's were hiding the truth and they forced their daughter to enroll leaving the poor girl to think that she was truly dangerous and needed some serious help. Her hand made warm gloves clutched onto the handle of her suit-case as she stood at the gate of the school not moving for nearly five whole minutes. Milah was well dressed from head to toe, the 14 year old girl did seem ready for winter. On her head was a large knitten hat with a white puffy pompom at the end of it, though the stitches were beautiful, the stitching formed many pictures of animals, guess why she liked it so much. She wore a heavy coat that was a dazzling blue, with her scarf the dazzling blue as well with white snowflakes scattered all around it. Her boot's were a very bold grey but in poor condition she didn't care much of her shoes, only everything else.

"Goodbye Hon, We'll see you in a few years. Be sure to write alot!" A voice called out but it was fading. Milah quickly turned only devastated to see the black limo driving off to the highway, Two year's was to long without her parents.. With a gentle sigh, Milah straighned and dragged her suitcase through the snow through the entrance of the school, hoping that she would have someone show her around of something because, Damn the school was sure big.

Something good to keep in mind, ladies and gentlemen, when you're shoving your money back in your pocket - go ahead and be sure that all your cash is there before you go and do so. The young man seemed a bit put off as he wandered around the courtyard, keeping an eye out for any sign of his green twenty, but it seemed to have vanished. It'd only disappeared earlier that day, but it had snowed pretty decently in between. 'It's either long gone or a frozen, buried treasure by now.' Jason thought blandly. He really needed to invest in a wallet.

The autumn didn't care to be nosy, but curiosity got the best of him when he noticed a car pull into the driveway a distance away. Out climbed a young girl, with several of her bags on a small portion of the cleared pavement. He was a little surprised the limo didn't stay long. They didn't even plan to walk her to the doorstep? Nothing?

A concerned look crossed his face as he watched her begin to trudge through the snow. He figured maybe the nice thing to do was to forget about the twenty for a few minutes and go help a newbie out. "Hey, there!" Jason called out, walking over and offering a smile and a small wave. It was a while since he'd met a new student, he thought. "You need some help with that bag?"

Beginning to become annoyed with her luggage not being able to budge from the deep snow, Milah paused again and tugged on the handle until it came plopping out form the snow. Geez for such a nice school they don't seem to shovel to often. Milah had continued to walk towards the doorstep thinking about how her parents had quickly left her here for four or more years longer, before she quickly took notice that her suitcase was partly open and her bra was left out in the open laying in the snow, in a panick Milah quickly rushed over and picked her bra up stuffed it into the suitcase. Her gaze then narrowed as she saw a piece of green paper sticking out barely from the snow. Hm buried treasure? Milah asked herself as she quickly scooped some snow away too find a crisp twenty. "Oh what luc- huh?"

Milah looked up startled to see a man shouting and waving at her direction perhaps this was his money? Or maybe he figured out that she was a new student, with that a frown appeared on her face was it really that obvious that I was new? Milah waved back at the man with her hand that clutched the twenty dollars. Until he got closer Milah grinned, "Oh my gosh yes! That'd be so helpful thank you! My names Milah but call me Mil or whatever you feel like calling me ." Milah said her grin widening, until she remembered the twenty she had found earlier In the snow, "Oh by the way is this twenty yours?"