The morning air was crisp and invigorating as the sleek black Osborn car glided to a stop in front of the imposing iron gates of St. Liora's Private Academy.
The rising sun bathed the campus in a warm golden hue, its manicured gardens sparkling with early dew like a treasure trove of glass beads.
With a soft click, the back door swung open as Liz stepped out of the car, clad in her school's sharp uniform,a dark blue pleated skirt that fell neatly to her knees, a crisp white button-up shirt, and a blazer adorned with the school crest embroidered in silver.
Her long golden twin braids danced lightly behind her as her polished shoes made contact with the pavement.
She adjusted her bag and surveyed her surroundings, her face radiating brightness.
Suddenly, a voice broke through her thoughts.
"Hey....Liz over here!"
