The morning chill was whipping around Leslie's face. Her cheeks were numb, but then again so was her mind. She couldn't believe she let Fiona win. As she stood on the corner waiting for the bus with her three suitcases, backpack, and purse she had serious thoughts of going to the farther corner an buying a ticket for the Greyhound that was scheduled to leave at the same time. Leslie wondered what Hunnington Academy would be like. She figured it would be no different then her school now except with uniforms, and the simple fact that she would never get to leave. She could only imagine what he roommate would be like, she assumed it would be someone that reminded her of a fellow classmate in Chesapeake, which could only mean they wouldn't get along. But that was the end of her dark thoughts. Leslie promised herself when she was packing last night in her room, that she wouldn't worry until she got there and saw that there was something she needed to worry about. Leslie could see head lights coming up over the hill in the fog that was beginning to thin. It was like any other school bus you would see, except this one said Hunnington Academy for Girls on the side. This was it, the moment of truth. Once she stepped on that bus her fate was sealed. She couldn't go back, because they would probably shoot her down. Then horrid images of her body with a pool of blood lying on the cold cement ran through her mind so she immediately began thinking of the first thing that came to her, which wasn't any better. That too quickly dissipated when she reached the top step of the bus and saw that it was completely empty. Leslie thought that maybe this was some sick bus driver fantasy, and that he planned to handcuff her to the back seat, and then dump her body. Sweat began to form on her brow.

"Hello, miss-" The Bus Driver looked down at his list, quickly to verify that he was picking up the right person "Leslie, and welcome back to Hunnington"

"This is my first year actually, I'm new, and coming against my will."

"Well, that makes two of us! I'm new as well but not coming against my will, its good to see that I'm not alone."

"Well technically you are alone, there isn't a soul on this bus."

"Yeah, I'm surprised you even go to Hunnington, no one from around here really goes to school that far away."

"It's called having a mother that hates you."

Before the bus driver got a chance to say something all adult-y like 'I'm sure you're mother loves you very much, you have nothing to worry about' she made her way to the very back corner of the bus where she couldn't be surrounded.

Leslie slipped on her ipod and enjoyed the peace and quite, before all the drama began. The ride was fairly smooth; they made a few stops and picked up a total of six girls. They took the interstate for about 3 hours, and the rest was just back roads until they arrived in Freeport. It was a quaint little town with lots of shops, but Hunnington wasn't in the heart of Freeport, it was just outside of it. They began to pull up the drive, and all Leslie saw was a brick like castle that looked like it should belong to a Queen. She thought for sure this was the wrong place, because Fiona could never afford a place like this. The bus driver told the girls that their bags would be brought to their dorms, and that they should immediately go to the main office. Leslie didn't waste time walking with the other girls, she walked fast ahead of the group and found the office on her own, about 10 minutes before anyone else from her group. The office was very bright, and the smell of freshly copied papers overwhelmed her. There was a nicely set up waiting area complete with couch ,school appropriate magazines, and a coffee cart that had those little sugar cubes she loved so much. Leslie popped one in her mouth, admiring the sweet taste of the sugar as it separated in her mouth and rested softly on her tongue.

"May I help you young lady?" There was a rather old but very cute man behind the main desk, Leslie felt slightly sorry for him, because it looked as if he had a hard time getting around.

"Yes, my name is Leslie Owens and I was told to come here; I'm new."

"Ok lets see here, got you!" The old man checked Leslie's name off the list and handed her what felt like a 20 pound folder filled with papers. "This is everything you need to start here at Hunnington. There is a bit of background on the school, your dorm information, rules, regulations, schedules, extra curriculars, and some other stuff you probably don't want."

"Ok, um which way are the dorms?"

"You're going to take a right out of here, then walk all the way to the end of this corridor, cross the courtyard, and your dorm is in building 9c."

"Ok, thank you."

Leslie crossed the courtyard and found building 9c. She gazed down at her sheet and saw that her dorm was number 456. She continued to walk further down the hall, and turned left, which took her to a dead end.

"Shit."