Hm...four reviews increase from the last chapter. I guess four mice for the elders then.

Dovewing's POV

My sister and I got off the plane at night, around ten. The plane, Boring-747 or whatever it was called was faster than the average airplane so we got to Washington a half hour earlier. I felt a little dizzy from the turbulence but Ivypool looks like she had just gotten off the roller coaster with a major headache. At least she didn't vomit like she did when she was little, but as long as she doesn't barf on me I don't really care. I've never had air sickness before.

Tigerheart, the guy that I sat next to on the plane was nice. He's going to the same boarding school that Ivypool and I were going to, but after the plane landed he went to find his siblings. I was disappointed, but at least we'll still see each other at school.

I clutch my purple purse close to myself, making sure I don't accidentally lose or drop it when I exited the plane. That thing costed a fortune since it was hand-made.

I glance over at my left to Ivypool. She was slouching against the weight of her backpack. I had put my backpack in my pink suitcase so I wouldn't have to carry it on my back. I mean, I don't want to slouch and end up as a hunchback when I grow up!

"Where are we going now?" I ask Ivypool. I don't really know how to get around the airport, since everything is just so confusing.

"To get the suitcases," my sister answers. I nod, that made sense. She looks better than before; she doesn't look close to puking.

We head towards where many other people are going. A circular moving spiral contains all the suitcases and I worried that my suitcase wouldn't be there. Sometimes, it happens and people lose their stuff forever. What if someone picked the lock on it and stole everything? If they did, it would be horrible!

Ivypool grabs her light blue suitcase as soon as she sees it. She picks it up with no effort like it was weightless. I waited anxiously for a few minutes before my hot pink suitcase turns up. It was really noticeable since a lot of the other people's suitcases were dark-colored.

I try to lift it up, but it wouldn't budge.

"If it's too heavy, you drag it," Ivypool said helpfully. "There's a reason why there's wheels on it."

I drag it like my sister told me to. Why didn't I think of it before? I guess I didn't remember since Ivypool dragged it for me on the way to luggage check in California.

We walk for a few minutes, trying to find the exit. I think we're supposed to be exiting after this.

"After we exit, we find a taxi since no one is going to pick us up," Ivypool said, clearing things up. Her ponytail is messy with strands of hair falling and covering her eyes. She used to have bangs, but decided they were ugly and let them grow long so she could pull it off to the side. It wasn't that long yet, so sometimes it falls from her ear and drifts to her eyes.

We finally find the exit, me following behind her. I breathe in the air — finally fresh air! The airplane was too stuffy, and the it didn't seem natural in a way. There's always this plastic smell hanging in the air in the plane. The sky was pitch black but the quarter moon shone brightly, illuminating up the sky. I could see a few stars and some airplanes flying above my head.

"You have any money?" asks Ivypool, looking through her wallet. "We have to pay the taxi driver, and I'm broke."

I thought I saw a slip of green paper in there, but it was gone in a flash. I don't think she would lie to me about money, since it isn't a big deal to me anyways. I look in my purse for one of my wallets and find that there's rolls of cash in there, probably because I never use them. Ivypool likes to buy chips so that might be the reason why she's broke.

"I've got fifty," I told my sister. "I think that's enough for two people on a taxi."

I scan the place. There's a lot of cars, honking, and people like us standing around doing nothing. Ivypool waves over a blue taxi cab and we go in. There's this ashy scent in the cab, maybe because a lot of people smoked in here.

"Where are you going?" asks the driver. He's dressed in casual wear - T-shirt and jeans.

"Warriors Boarding School," Ivypool and I reply at the same time.

"Warriors Boarding School?" asked the driver. "It's about fifteen miles from here. Forty dollars."

I hand four ten dollar bills to the driver. Ivypool had a smirk on her face, but when she caught me watching, it disappeared. I wonder what that was all about? Maybe she's thinking about all the pranks she played on her friends.

Everyone in the cab is in complete silence until we get to the boarding school. It looked just like any other school with wide letters that read "WARRIORS BOARDING SCHOOL", but beyond the gates I see the dorms where the students were supposed to live in. The gate was open slightly to let students enter and go to the office but that was it since no one wants a random homeless coming in and sleeping in someone's room.

Ivypool yawns beside me as we head towards the gate. I glance at her watch. It reads 10:41, and I know for sure that's correct since Washington and California aren't much different in time.

I push the gate open with a creak and go towards the office to get our schedules and room number so I could go to sleep.

AN: I'm done, I'm hungry, please review.

One sparrow for the elders for every one review.

See y'all later people.

Silver~