It had been a rough day filled with calculus and various other classes, and 18-year-old senior Athalia Rose Ysha, called Tali, was exhausted. She pulled her long, dark red hair over her shoulder and braided it so that the rope hung to her hips. Her clothes needed to be washed, but where she would wash them she didn't know. She organized all her belongings from her locker and left, intending to catch her bus back to the shelter where she lived but she had missed it. She turned around, seeing a pair of her teachers.