As Greg walked through toward the academy he heard a voice. "Oi! You there!" A 16-year old girl with short white hair and wearing a white hoodie open in front with a black tank top underneath and beige pants. She had a fairly slim yet built frame. Her accent seemed a bit normal but had a British sound to it. The girl carried a blue duffle bag over her shoulder as she approached the boy. "You know where the academy is?"
Greg was taken back a bit and just motioned to the giant structure. "That's it? Oh, I'm a bloody idiot. Sorry." She claimed.
Greg replied, "It's no problem. I'm trying to get there too."
The girl grinned in surprise. "Really? Well we should go together then," she extended a hand. "My name's Naomi Lanister. Nice meetin' ya." She smiled greatly.
She grew up on the streets of her town. No family or friends. So when someone offered her a place to stay she immediately accepted it. She was ready to carve a new path for her life.
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