Ember's first day.

The door would swing open to reveal Alex's form standing in the doorway. Moving into the room, the click of his cowboy boots could be heard on the wood floor. His jeans were ripped and worn, but that was quite intentional, style and all that; and his shirt was of the button up variety, long sleeve though the sleeves were rolled up almost to his elbows. Reaching a hand up, he would push his crimson hair from his face, his other arm pushing the door closed behind him. He stood just over six foot tall and his form was not all that imposing. He wasn't a large male, only lean and fit. Moving to a leather chair in the corner, he would take a seat, allowing the ladies to finish their discussions. He was yet to be officially hired for the position he applied for and so he had nothing better to do besides sit in his fiance's office. After all, what was there to do at home? She obviously wasn't there; thus leaving him to spend his time at the academy.

Ember was beginning to relax more but she blushed, stammering when her headmistress corrected her. She swept her fringe away from her face, running her hand all the way trhough her thick brown here like she did when she was nervous. She bit her lip and slowly put the folder she had been clutching so hard on the table.
"I was wondering Miss S...if I could join your school," and so Ember plunged into her story about her life. She didnt want to bore her so she kept it to the strict need-to-know details. Things still depressed her majorly about her father and mothers murders, and her grandparents passing away. She was storng but she felt the headmistress ought to know why she had some strange kid knocking at the door with one holdal full of all her lifley posessions.
"And so...I want to make my grandparents proud by finishing my education," she concluded. She bite her lip and waited for what Ember had just said to sink in.

Ember soon feel into her comfort zone with the woman sitting opposite her. She had a way about her that reminded Ember of her mothers warm smiles all those years ago. A simple thing that made your heart warm to the very sight. Ember guessed she was feeling kindness for one of the first times in her life and she couldn't help but blush.
"My names Ember Silvertongue, Mrs. S. it's a pleasure to meet you," She smiled softly. No...it wasn't the women she was worried about in this place, it was deffinatly going to be the men, especially after her Fathers beatings; she had never had a male figure that was decent in her life.

Ember had never been sure about anything apart from the fact that she wasnted a good education. Many people thought school was a joke, or a place to mess around and never truely understood how much your education means to you until its too late and their stuck in some McDonalds somewhere. Ember had been worse places than McDonalds and she had no intentions of going back to a sleezy joint such as that. Ember wanted to be a writer. She was a brillaint swimmer and basketball player but she just couldn't see herself doing sport as a career. Playing the same thing over and over each and everyday would make her life dull and boring. Writing was somewhere were you could get lost, somewhere were you could forget yourself and loose yourself. It was somewhere, where she could be herself.
Ember knocked on the door to her future headmistress's office and squared her shoulders. She wanted this and she was going to get it if it killed her. She would do anything it took. she stood, waiting to be called into the womans office, her bark brown hair falling slightly across her eyes, her folder of records clutched tightly to her stomach. The familiar flutters of nervs made her stomach flip as she waited to be called into the place what would decide her future.