Ashtyn Zanders
A small, old, and rather beat up red, '93 CHevy S10 pulled into Mystere Academy's student parking lot. The person inside? Ashtyn. THe 17 year old newbie.
THe brown haired girl parked her beloved truck, climbed out and shut the door behind her. This was her first day here. HEr first day of her junior year. And she was expecting to make it a good one. Ashtyn had received her schedule and map in the mail, and just had to find her dorm room. Which, she already knew her number. The letter. Duh.
WIth a sigh, the girl blinked her unusual colored golden, honey eyes and swung her duffel bag over her shoulder. She didn't pack much. A few outfits, and money, her portable keyboard, and her laptop. And her phone. She headed towards the large building that other girls headed to. There were students dotting the courtyard. Some talking, others drawing or something. Some looked rather nervous. Although Ashtyn was new, she knew how to make friends and wasn't very worried about anything. She headed to the door.