Amber's POV

I moodily poked my reflection in the plane window. America was not living up to my expectations, and they were pretty low to begin with. Every experience I had from the instant of my arrival on American ground, to the American plane I was riding, on had been substandard. Grey fog covered everything, which along with a dismal, steady drizzle, united to make my trip cold, dreary, and really, REALLY uncomfortable. My parents had chosen to send me to a school called Skeleton Keys (which, by the way, sounds extremely odd in Korean) and I could only hope they had made the right decision. Since they saw it fit to send me to America for schooling, they should at least have chosen a good school, although I doubted it, since my parents have the tendency to become extremely excited over anything that sounds American, or even just foreign. This usually leads to experiences ranging from strange food (Frog’s legs, anyone?) to strange clothing. Thankfully, they didn’t force any weird outfits on me for this journey, and I set out wearing my normal jeans and tee with scruffy converse instead of a kimono or some other inconvenient costume.
I was really not looking forward to rest of the journey, though. So far, my interactions with Americans haven’t exactly been pleasant, especially since I originally forgot that most of America is anti-Elementalist and, of course, forgot to hide the tattoo on my wrist. I narrowly escaped being assaulted by scruffy-looking men who were smoking in an alley and started shouting obscenities at me when they saw my tattoo. At least, I think they were obscenities. Instead of using the light, I used muscles built up by years of martial arts and ran for it. I didn’t know whether they were obscene statements or not because I was schooled in most American slang in preparation for my eventual studies in the U.S., but not swearing, because that was one thing my parents didn’t approve of.
I was pretty grateful for it, though, because they were probably saying something along the lines of ‘’kill her’, only a lot more crudely, and as long as I get the idea I don’t really want to know all the details. Somehow I had managed to make it back to the airport, and I swore off sightseeing. I sighed. At least skeleton keys was something to look forward to. No one would call me a freak there, since everybody would be in the same situation. I could make friends, perhaps, and maybe even learn to control my power. I smiled to myself. This whole idea was starting to sound almost nice.