Clarum City

Comfort, it was something Ebony had rarely felt. Life has always been "another hard day" but Clarum was quite relaxing. The beds were nice, the classes were nice, and the other kids there were nice. She didn't have to worry about another whipping or not being fed. School's been open for about a week and she already likes it, but she still hasn't talked much to others. She only speaks to her room mate a few times in the day to say "Good Morning" and "Good Night." All she knows about him (and yes him, for some reason Clarum is quite lenient on who dorms with who) is that he's some rich kid that was taken here for some spoiled rich kid program that makes them "sweet" as the brochure said.

To her the program seemed stupid, if she was a child of a rich family she'd be just as spoiled as them. Why wouldn't she? All the lavish items she'd never had before would be given to her. Sadly she's just an orphan who doesn't have parents to be rich for her, and from her job choice she's most likely not going to be rich, police officers only get paid so much.

She lays on her bed thinking about the many things of Clarum, waiting for 7:00 to hit so she could get ready for school, she couldn't act like she wasn't excited though, it was the first day of the Police Trade.

When she got up she took a shower then put on a frilly white blouse and some jeans and ran out of the house, hoping she didn't disturb anyone.

Clarum was neither a heaven or hell to Sammy. It was luxurious to a point, although her home back in Australia was much better suited to he taste. And while rooming with some orphan with a strange name is something she'd rather avoid, it was a nice change of pace to get away from parents Henry and Shannon.

Yes, her parents whom she hasn't called mom and dad since she was ten had sent her here against her will when she refused to meet anymore suitors. They had hoped sending her here would knock some sense into her. She highly doubted that would happen.

Sighing for the umpteenth time since the sun rose Sammy sat up in her bed. She knew she'd have to get up soon. Classes start at 7:00 and Police Trade started today. That was something she did not look forward to. It seemed pointless to her. Why should she have to learn any of it? Her parents excepted her to marry rich to a husband who'd keep their fishing company large and prosperous. And while she didn't want to do that, this Police Trade made no sense to her parents wants.

Sammy groaned and pulled a pillow over her head. Maybe she just wouldn't get up today. Yes. That seemed nice. She just hoped her roommate would have the good sense to not wake her.

She'd been here for just over a month now, in clarum. She remembered at the orphanage (read: hell-hole) when those damn caretakers would constantly beat them for doing something they didn't like. It wasn't that it was wrong, they just didn't like it. They hated all the orphans at that place, and were only there for the money. They never paid any attention to the kids. Honestly at times Eiko though she could smuggle a live bear in there and they wouldn't even notice. She was finally sent to Clarum, along with a few others in an attempt of the caretakers to get rid of a few kids. Not that she cared.

She actually liked it in Clarum. It was a lot nicer than the orphanage, that's for sure. The month she spent here, she really just relaxed, did some sight seeing and whatnot. But classes were starting soon and she had to prepare. Class had been open for a week now.

Eiko was never one to socialize. She never spoke to anyone unless they spoke to her first. The program she was in forced her to live with some spoiled rich kid, not that she gave a crap about what those brats did anyway. They try to mess with her, they'll quietly learn not to.

Class started soon and she wanted to get their early. She walked out of the dorm in a black t-shirt, jeans and a leather jacket. Yeah, not exactly designer fashion, but she didn't mind. Eiko's appearance usually told people to stay away from her. That's the way she wanted it. Alone in her own world.