She adjusted note on the table that said 'Dinner is in the fridge, just heat it up. Love, Sarah' so it was right in the middle and perfectly straight and then hurried out of kitchen, grabbing her black messenger type bag. Moments later, she was out of small, but cozy Kearney house, locking doors behind her automatically, and then turned around corner where her bicycle waited. Before riding off, she dutifully put on helmet.

Sarah chose this mode of transportation because it didn't cost much, it provided her with needed exercise and was far quicker than walking. And she really did enjoy how the wind whistled around her, too. Girl hummed softly under her breath as she rode through lit streets towards her destination. As Elaine's beautiful home came into view, she cringed slightly inwardly. She was fully aware that her red haired friend's mother didn't approve of her daughter's friends too much, although she had always tried to make the best impression possible.

Still, the thought of spending time with her friends relaxed Sarah nearly immediately. It always worked like that, they were her refuge without her often realizing it, even though they did some really crazy things that really shouldn't be a hobby. But she loved their cases, loved cracking them. It - they - were highlight of her dull life. Had been so for so long she couldn't and didn't want to remember time when it was different.

She left her bike in designated place (and replaced helmet with headband that had tiny ribbons on it, matching the one on collar of her simple shirt) and walked up to the grand doors, ringing bell. While she waited, girl shifted her feet slightly, awkwardly and glanced at her sneakers peaking out from bell cut ends of her loose jeans. They were impeccably clean, but probably held together by sheer willpower more than anything else.

If it was Ellie that opened doors, Sarah's face would immediately brighten with smile. If someone else did, they would receive a politer form of the smile.