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The girl sat at the back of the bus, her earphones plugged into her ears, chin rested on her hand. She tucked a stray strand of long wavy blonde hair behind her ear and adjusted her sunglasses. Her soft blue eyes gazed out of the misty window at the frost covered grass.

The bus, chilly and as she breathed, she could see the mist of her breath. She wrapped her warm pick cardigan around her and reached to pull a blanket from her suitcase. As she pulled the material out of the bag, a glossy brochure slipped onto the floor. She bent down and picked it up, but noticed an unopened envelope.

Her eyes immediately locked onto the handwritten envelope addresses to Miss A Grainger. Carefully she picked at the opening, slowly peeled up the tab to reveal a letter. Instead of a computer typed letter on plain white paper, it was written in perfect handwriting against a soft cream background. She looked at it and as she read it silently to herself, the anticipation of her final destination quickly dawned on her.

Dear Miss Gringer, Highclare Grove is one of the top schools in the countri, catering for only the most suitable high achieving students. Our team of agents have been hard at work to find the best young minds of your generation to find the most gifted individuals to embark on a wonderful learning adventure. We have seen your school records, spoken to your parents and head teacher of your previous schol and wish to invite you on a six-week experience course with views of joining the academy in January. Yours sincerely, Dr John Leighton MBE.

After reading the letter, Araminta Grainger slipped it back into the envelope and stuffed it back into her bag. It had been a long, tedious day, which started at four o'clock that morning. She thought back and wished more than anything she could go home, snuggle up on the settee with a duvet and a steaming cup of hot chocolate in her favourite pastel pink cup with Elsa, her Papillion puppy curled up on her lap in front of the television. Things would be different now and she knew it, but just no how different things would be.

Her attention turned back to gazing out of the window, but the myst was so thick she could barely see the tops of the trees. She'd been sat on the bus for at least two and a half hours, maybe longer, she didn't know. She thought she would have reached her destination by now, but no. She'd packed a book to read on the journey and but finished the final page not long ago. Araminta yawned and stretched. A dull ache of cramp formed on her legs and more than anything she did not want to stay on the bus a moment longer. Carefully, she tapped a large sleaping lady on the shoulder. The woman turned around to see what the girl wanted and peered at her over bra framed glasses.

"Excuse me, but where may I ask, am I supposed to get off for Highclare Grove?"

"What do you wanna go there for? Bloomin' weird place that is. You want the docks. Get off at the next stop and then follow the sighs for the dock. You need to get a ferry."