The pitter patter of the rain played beautifully against the windows, while Esther sat casually on the old sofa. Despite her easy posture, her eyes were locked onto the coffee table, ignoring the vibrant sounds and colors emitting from the outdated television set. Before noon, and the rain, a messenger knocked softly on the door to her family's apartment and gave her a letter without as much as a word of good day and goodbye. Letters were uncommon to Esther, save for the few she got each month with a check inside, so a neatly written one addressed to her was mysterious and seemingly curious before she even opened it.
Slowly, she cut it open, using a nail file that had long since belonged to her elder sister. When Esther read the letter, she nearly snorted and threw into to the bin, but the prettiness of the print saved it from being marred and stained by last night's leftover Chinese food. But when she placed the paper down and drifted her attention back to the television, the words on the letter didn't leave her mind for hours until the rain came and Esther couldn't focus on the movie.
She mused for a moment about the possibility of going to this "school". Esther was pulled out of her own nearly a month ago because of payment issues her parents ignored until the point her mother picked her up from school when she came and was denied to come in. And returning to school would lighten her mood greatly, rather than waking up every bright ‘n early morning to watch her elder sister ready herself in her uniform, making sure everything she looked proper for another day at her private school. But a school of illusions did not sound like the ideal place for furthering her education...
Esther thought over it again and again, until the point she realized that where was the harm in going? If the words on the letter were true, and she very much doubted that, being away from her family and her current life situation would be good for her. And if it's all a prank and this "Ivory Illusion" just points and laughs at her, she'd just shrug it off and return home or to the repair shop she worked at.
The next morning, an half-an-hour before the coach would arrive, she sent an email to Mr. Davis, her employer and the closest thing to an actual parental figure, telling him to not expect her in and that she's gone to live with her aunt up state for school for a year. After this, she scribbled a note down for her sister (who had yet to return from her boyfriend's house), explaining that she's staying with their aunt for who knows how long, promising to call as soon as she can to explain everything. Esther thought her plan had a bunch of holes in it, but she's been pulling disappearing-acts since she figured out the bus routes and how little her parents cared for well-being, spare for the few questions directed at her when she returned.
Sighing and muttering under her breath, Esther smoothed out her green t-shirt and cardigan before making sure she looked good enough in her only pair of black jeans. Briefly, she looked at herself in the mirror, smiling at her terrible pony tail and lack of make-up. "Right, Esther. Time to go." She whispered to her mirrored-self.
With her bags packed, a few keepsakes that she can't live without tucked into her jacket, Esther took the elevator down to the coach waiting for her. In the back of her mind, she hoped everything that letter had said was true.