Mika looked at her new school with disdain as she approached the building.<em>What an ugly thing!</em>she scoffed mentally.<em>I hope I won't be kept here long...</em>Mika wondered why her father had sent her here instead of letting her complete her education with her childhood friends.<br/><br/>Getting straight A's. That was all Mika cared about now. She would prove her father that she could do just as well in this school as her last. Then he would be proud of her, his dear daughter...<br/><br/>Stepping up to the reception counter, Mika brusquely handed her application documents to the lady behind the counter. She glanced over them with a bored expression. "Mika Yamaguchi. Welcome to St. Charles," she intoned in a voice that wasn't all that welcoming. "You may proceed to your room in the girls' quarters. The dorms are on the left. Here are your room keys and your lesson timetable. Your room will be clearly labelled."<br/><br/>"Thank you," Mika replied politely, giving the receptionist a short bow. She glanced at the clock on the wall behind the receptionist. It was slightly past 7am. Classes would begin soon, and she had better be ready by then.