It was 4 in the morning, and the taunting sun had not yet reached the Nevada horizon. The starless sky was a captivating shade of dark cobalt blue and a few airplanes could be seen heading towards and leaving the nearby city of Las Vegas. Nevada had a habit of blowing a gentle breeze in the early morning- today wasn't any different. Even though it was just four in the morning didn't mean traffic was absent, nor were the early-bird flights from the southwest. One of those flights had given Death City, Nevada a new resident.
"Over here is fine," a girl with long, jet black hair stated. The young lady paid the awful-looking taxi driver who had pulled to the side of a fashion boutique. She had hustled out of the yellow cab and went off to the trunk to clear out her bags. After carefully closing the trunk, she waved goodbye to the driver; He scoffed as he sped away.
The foreign short girl strolled down the clearly worn-down concrete sidewalk, glancing into several clothing stores. None of them had caught her attention- not until she saw a store with a mini gunmetal sweater dress that had been modeled by a faceless mannequin. Grey was her thing so she felt as if she had to have it.
The little raven-haired girl entered the store and pranced about, seeking out the rack that kept the item she coveted. She scanned the area until she spotted her target; 'Got it!,' she thought, 'this is going to be a great first day outfit!' Before she could even step towards the wooly-looking piece, an earlybird-shift cashier and sales' assistant had called out.
"Hey!" the worker yelled. "You can't be in here with large bags. Leave!"
The young costumer glowerd evilly at the cashier, then hesitantly left the store. She set out to find the dorm-center of her new school, the DWMA. After wandering around for a little over an hour, she had realized she was lost.