Sarah walked the halls not knowing what to expect. Buckner was a nice school as far as she could tell, but she knew that all the kids would be the same. The school may change, but the children inside never do. There would be jocks and nerds, Goths and gamers, yet she knew she would stick out. At every school she'd been to in the past three years, she had been the only mute. It wasn't a medical condition that made Sarah unable to speak. She had chosen to stop talking. It was just easier that way.

"We have an amazing art program as well. You're Aunt has told us you are interesting in the arts." The Principle smiled as they walked down the hall.

"She does the most beautiful things I've ever seen." Her Aunt Shiloh smiled as she placed an arm around her tiny niece.

Sarah just rolled her eyes and stepped out of her Aunt's embrace, not being the most comfortable with physical contact. Shiloh smiled sadly at her before nodding and turning her attention back to the tour. As they made their way back to where the tour began, Sarah looked around at all the students.

It was easy to pick out who fit in where, yes they were all in uniforms, but it seemed like each person put a twist on theirs. One girl caught her attention tough. She had long red hair and she wore regular cloths. She wasn't a student, yet had a small group with there, athletes.

As the small group passed Sarah, most of them gave her dirty looks. Except the redhead, she smiled softly and nodded as their paths crossed. Sarah had thought of smiling back, but it had been so long since a smile was present on her face. She was distracted in her own thoughts that she hadn't heard her Aunt. Only when she felt her hand on her shoulder did Sarah react.

And not how anyone was expecting. Sarah lashed out, striking the hand away and backing herself against a row of lockers shaking. The looks of shock from literally everyone around them made her straighten up and glance apologetically to her Aunt.

"It's alright, I should have known better." She spoke softly.

"Is that going to happen every time someone touches you?" The Principle asked with a concerned look.

Sarah shook her head as Shiloh explained that it was only when Sarah was lost it thought that it would happen. When she was focus on anything a touch wouldn't bother her. It had been almost a year since she had acted like that. He looked skeptical, but nodded as he walked them out to their car.

"You would be a welcomed addiction to Buckner Hall, Ms. Hart. I hope to see your enrolment papers very soon." He smiled extending his hand.

Sarah took in gingerly and gave it a soft shake before pulling away. As she got into the car she could still hear what was being said. Though they thought she couldn't.

"I know you're one of our more respected donators, but I'm still hesitant in accepting Sarah. She doesn't speak, she's nervous and jittery around men, and quit frankly if these kids find out that she doesn't like being touched. Well lets just say she won't last long if she makes the wrong enemies. Her scores are great and our art program would be blessed to have her, but is she up for it?" The Principle asked smiling politely at Sarah every once in a while.

"Sarah is strong. She's been though so much and I know that she has some adversities, but she's worth the calls you might have to make to some snobby kid's parents. If she weren't ready to be back in a regular school, she would have let me know." Shiloh said with her head held high.

It was heart warming to Sarah to know that her aunt was pushing for this. Sarah knew that she was going try harder then she had been. She wasn't sure if she was ready for a new everything, but she knew that Shiloh needed her to do this.

Three years of silence had been rough on Shiloh just as much as it was for Sarah. Granted they had gone through different scenarios. Sarah knew she was worrying her already worrisome aunt.

With a nod the Principle smiled and turned away. Once Shiloh was in the car, they went back home. The two-story brick house was waiting for them as they pulled into the drive behind the gated fence.

"Home Sweet Home." Shiloh smiled as she pulled into the garage.

Sarah mimed that she was tired and started for her room. It was only mid-afternoon, but Sarah hadn't been out of the house much and the excitement had gotten to her. Before she got to far up the stairs, Shiloh called her back down.

"We both know if you go up there now you'll sleep right through dinner. At least have a little something before you lay down. You're already to skinny." She joked.

The truth was, Sarah was very much under weight, skin and bones practically. Yet she could hide it well under the baggy sweatshirts and layers of clothes. That fact mixed with her short height made it all the more easier to hide the fact that she'd lost most of her already thin stature.

She waved an apple at her aunt before taking a bite and turning back around. Shiloh found it hopeless to try and get her to eat most days. Even with making huge meals for just the two of them, Shiloh ended up tossing most of it away.

It was a hard road the two shared, but Shiloh had a feeling that this was just the start of something much better then how things had been in the past. She watched Sarah make her way up the stairs and could just feel in her heart that everything would be alright.