Claire found herself standing at the gates of Jonathan High. The bell had just rung, and a young man barged past her in an attempt to hurry to class. "You're already late," she thought, speaking only in her mind.
She looked herself over where she stood - no bag, nothing to take notes with, nothing she could use as a weapon, nothing to prove she was who she said she was. Perhaps I should have thought this through more. But nonetheless she marched through the gate and towards the main entrance. The office seems like a good place to start. I'll get a visitor's pass and then... The voice in her head trailed off. She'd improvise.