Mia sighed and slung her bag over her shoulder. This was a fresh start. A new beginning. Another chance. And this time, she wasn't going to screw it. She walked forwards, and entered St Andrews gates.
It was an old school. It's huge red-brick buildings and cast-iorn gates towered ominously. However the playground filled the school with laughing and shouting. Mia smiled as she took it all in.
Suddenly, the bell rung and she walked to her tutor. Once seated, Ms grayson came in. She was a tall but put together lady, around 50 years old and with streaks of grey in her hair. She looked strict until she smiled. Her smiled seemed to fill the room.
"Goodmorning 9SJW," She said
"Goodmorning Ms grayson." The class chorused.
"We have a new student joining us today, Mia would you care to introduce yourself?"
Her mind was racing and her heart throbbed in her chest.
"O...OK" her face was flushed red," I'm Mia. I moved from London and I like art"
