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Post by Spencer Strode on Nov 30, 2012 20:26:04 GMT -6
Hearing the familar rumble of the truck's rubber tires rolling down the black paved road; with the lines in the middle. Then the echoing sound of the hooves against the trailer in the back. Luna was such a mess; kicking at the metal every few seconds. She had only been in a trailer a few times, and rarely did good in them. Apparently this was not one of those rare times; although she wished that it was.
Seeing the hills of the academy in front of her eyes, she hit her back against the truck's chair, now feeling like a dummy for coming. It was obivously high class, and looking at her plaid; she wasn't sure she could do it.
As she turned into the courtyard area, she realized she wasn't the only one. Getting out of the truck; with some staring, and some not, she made her way up the concrete of stairs, a pale brown color. Opening the brass handle on the door; Spencer stepped inside; greeted by an elder woman, who seemed to be checking her in as she looked around the entrance. Pretty simple. Whenever the lady handed her a key; Spencer replied a thank you, and then slyly took the metal from the dilligent fingers.
Walking back out, she decided that she better find out where she's going. She was way over her head and she knew it.
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