Another car, a dark green sedan is pulled up at the curb, and sits there for a while (were one to look through the windows, they could see goodbyes being made) before one of the doors opens up. Out of this door comes a teenage girl, hair in a ponytail and a very dark brown. Wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and an unzipped burgundy windbreaker, the girl has a bookbag strapped around her shoulder. As she walks towards the gates, the chilliness of the air prompts her to put her hand to her throat and make a couple of quiet noises... but that's all, to her apparent relief.
She looks out at the school and the gates, and lets out a little whistle before turning to look at the other students walking by to begin their year... they were a motley bunch, for sure. A hundred different disabilities, diseases, and conditions were immediately visible just from the people entering the school. Some people were blind, walking with a cane or with black glasses blocking their eyes. Some people rolled by in wheelchairs. Some people walked just fine, like her herself... Japan truly was an interesting place. As she looked to her right, another proof of Yamaku's diversity presented itself. There was an American boy with one eye there, along with a fully adult man in a suit.
Wait, what??
She took a minute and just stared at the American and his... bodyguard, or butler, or whatever the guy was.