While walking down the hallway in your new high school, you noticed a crowd of people congregating around a senior with a giant notepad. He was long and lean, his head probably touched the ceiling, and he had striking yellow eyes and a small bun of straight black hair. He handed a piece of paper from the notepad to a cheerleader, who handed him a few bills, and scurried off. He looked around the crowd before his eyes landed on you, and he smiled slightly.