Tyron's POV

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep/But I have promises to keep/And miles to go before I sleep/And miles to go before I sleep”. The lines of Frost’s poem played through my head on rewind as I watched armies of pine trees march into the distance through my right eye. My ‘good’ eye.
This was already radically different from the rolling hills of Northern California- it was mountainous, with a more uninspired view than I’d come to expect from the US. I turned my head away from the window, and examined the interior of the car for the 39579857th time. I was surprised that They’d agreed to send a car for me. ‘Anything to get me off their hands, I suppose’, I thought. The car pulled up in front of an imposing wrought iron gate, with a large skull-topped key set in the center. I exited the car, and the driver immediately stepped on the gas, eager to get as far and as fast away from the cursed academy as he could. The gates swung open without a touch, and I stepped onto the grounds of The Skeleton Keys Academy for the first time.