Taylor closes the art room door behind her hearing the click of the lock, her bag full of supplies and some projects shes bringing home on her shoulder she walks down the school halls. The halls are so empty and silent it is slightly eerie but she is used to it from working late in the studio most days. Taylor steps out of the preppy private school she has been attending since she was young. She takes a look back as she begins to walk away and thinks about all the things the people at her school stand for. She has never been happy with the ideals and morals that seem to be part of all the wealthier families in this city but her parents pay for her education so she can't help but go along with enough of it to keep them happy. Taylor takes a deep breath in of her city's air and smiles slightly, apart from all the bull shit that seems to come along with living here she is in love with this city. As she walks Taylor runs her fingers through her dark brown hair and takes it all in.