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</div></div>Another car pulled up to the Academy. A moderately aged pickup truck that showed a lot of use. Of course not abuse and decay. It simply needed a wash as it was splattered with mud. As it crawled to a stop, Natasha sat up, stretching and giving a large yawn. She sat there, scratching head auburn hair lazily while a mountain of a man exited the driver's side and lowered the gate. "Going to sit there like a toad or help me get your things out of the truck?" he joked, letting out a hearty laugh. Natasha's cheeks burned slightly.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#daa520">"I don't know how to turn into a toad yet Dad! And why would I want to? They're gross!!"</span>she snapped, crossing her arms. Her father simply laughed again. He rolled his eyes a little before grabbing a suitcase and hauling it off the bed. The girl got up and grabbed two smaller suitcases and handing them to her father. He put them on the ground before picking his slender daughter up, much to her displeasure, and put her on the ground.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#daa520">"Dad, don't do that. It's embarrassing..."</span>she griped, only to have her hair ruffled. Her father then closed the gate to his truck before getting back into the driver's seat. He waved to Natasha, her giving a timid wave back. He then started the aged truck up and headed for home, leaving her at the gates.<br/><br/>Natasha gave a sigh before picking up her bags and heading onto the campus just in time for the bell. She heard the announcement, taking note to keep an ear out for more announcements. Natasha had a bad habit of missing them due to not paying attention. The girl smiled and headed to the Dragon dorm building.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#daa520">"Well... Another new year. Hope this will be as fun as last year!"</span>she mused, smiling brightly. Now she just had to find her dorm and get settled.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 10px"><div style="text-align: right">Location: Proceeding to Dragon Dorms<br/>
Company: None<br/>
Mood: Content, Anticipation​</div></span>