I am now riding in a carriage to that school. I still know very little and then I will also go to that school.“Are we there already?”I asked the man who was driving the horses. He’s a bit old in the fifties, maybe. I bet he's from the first district. In the way of dress, not that I’m judging in other districts because it’s bad to dress. Just like me, it's because we were told that appearance matters. Even if they said that don’t just a book by its cover we can’t help but judge them based on what we see.“It’s close, miss.” His answer was short. I don’t know where that school is. Apart from not letting me out of the house, the school is hidden, not that I care.A few minutes later the carriage stopped so I looked outside. Don’t tell me this is your academy? I could see nothing but the ocean. Is the academy underwater? Maybe after all it’s a boarding school, once you’re in there’s no way you can get out unless you have connections or if you’ve graduated.“Are we here yet?
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