Leila slams the car door shut behind her and looks up to view the house. looks bigger than the last house in Windsor, but this one looks brand new. Polished black and grey colours on the roof and sides give off the aura of a modern style house, especially the large glass windows.

"dibs on the largest room," a soft but fatigued voice comes from behind. "and thank you so much for leaving me a croissant." he says sarcastically.

Charles. He's annoying, child-like, tempered, but Leila has grown to love her little brother. 

He walks around the car and jumps onto the front steps, brushing past Leila and she pulls him back.

"Here, you idiot." she places what seems to be a flat croissant she took out of her pocket. Charles looks at Leila up and down, tilts his head and smirks. "thank you." and walks towards the front door of the house.

Leila continues to stare at the house, this is where she'll be for the next four years or even more. Her thoughts are interrupted when she steps forward almost tripping, regaining balance she turns to see who it was.

A boy, tall, hair sleeked back but also messy from running she thought, and long black jacket matching his dressy shirt and pants-must be a rich pretty boy she thought. 

The boy looks behind her, panting, tightening his jaw and turns to look at her, realising what he did. "Sorry, watch your step." was all he could say and continued to run.

Watch your step?! Who the hell are you she thought. She turns to her left and makes way for two other boys running past her.

She couldn't catch how they looked like, she didn't care enough, all she worried about was how she was going to fit in and not get noticed in this neighbourhood.