The young girl was especially hesitant today. She hesitated to get on her flight, to take a 3-hour bus trip upon arrival, and now to enter the summer home she had rented almost a year, and had been quite exited about up until just now. The home seemed to have a mind of it's own, towering above her, glowering down at her middle-class inferiority. You can only be here because your Grandmother is rich, it seemed to whisper into her ear. She, even though she knew it was all in her mind, shot the manor a dark, irritated look. She extended the stare much too long, because she knew she would have to face the interior shortly after breaking the glare. She lingered, wavered, and eventually, finally, walked up to the door. There was a note on the carefully carved, beautiful redwood. It read, ring for independent travel, knock for an escort. Deciding it would be better to travel with a patron of the house, she knocked. After a time period that was not long, but still more prolonged than preferred, the stained door flew open with a force she thought was a bit excessive. A girl, surely no older than 16, stood with a big, toothy smile. She just stood there for a few minutes. Her already large smile was extending by the second. She, after what seemed like much too long for a simple greeting, extended a hand. "Hello! I'm The Unworthy Wayward!" she proclaimed, beaming still. The other girl cleared her throat, then muttered, "Jane Smith." The Unworthy Wayward's smile grew slightly more warm, to Jane's bewilderment. "So you're our new guest!" she said, and then was overtaken by a sudden fit of laughter, repeating the word guest between giggles. Jane looked at a potted plant to the side of the door uncertainly. The girl in front of her... well she wasn't quite right in the head, obviously. She didn't have time to wonder as to why, because a second later, she was being picked up, princess-style, as the other girl laughed giddily and sped into the house. Once they got to a large set of plush armchairs, they suddenly halted. Despite The Unworthy Wayward's apparent recklessness, she was set down carefully in a black leather chair in front of a warm fire, as if a porcelain doll. She smiled at Jane, and opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by a loud "Unworthy!" bellowing through the hall. She looked dismayed as she walked to the origin of the shout. Jane just sat, wondering, what, exactly, was all that about? A sound reminiscent of a loud gopher being repeatedly stepped on punctured through her thoughts. She stopped and listened. A very loud gopher, she decided a moment later. She tried to decipher the words, but all that could be headed was a loud smack and whimpering. Jane was rigid and quite pale when Unworthy returned with tea. Her smile seemed more forced than before, and her eyes were slightly redder and puffier. She did laugh when she said 'pumpernickel scones', though, so she assumed everything was okay. The scones were extraordinary, they both agreed.