"Oh God, THIS is Coventry?", said that 19-year old brat as the train stopped at Tile Hill Station.

Her mother and her grandfather who was limping as they walked out of the train pretended they didn't hear what she said.

"Please text the lady we're here."

Tile Hill station is not the best benchmark for a place like Coventry, or perhaps it is.

It was autumn, yet it was breezing for the brat with Asian blood. She wished she had a thicker coat and cursed at how horrible the weather was.

A blue car approached, inside a figure who looks like their own, 

The brat and her family prepared themselves to hop into the car

To her, it was the start of something awful,

Little did she know that this was really, the beginning of something wonderful.