Aletia smiled as the air whipped at her face. It was only a little while ago had she actually reached the school thanks to a guy in the forest. She was rather happy that she finally arrived at the school, with her bag still slung around her shoulder crossing its way across her chest tto the other side. Pulling out a book and pen and taking a seat, the 12-year-old began sketching the area-not that she was any good at it. Oh no, she was much better at describing the surrounding area rather than drawing it. But she liked to draw all the same. Sticking her tongue out childishly, Aletia sub-conciously said:
"Beautiful view up here..."
"Beautiful view up here..."