You are the class president. You were very known for being a picky person. Everything had to be perfect. Your clothes, food, supplies, or anything about you. One day you were called to the principal office. You knock on the office door and enter. A boy your age was sitting in a chair in front of the principal.He was knew exchange student from Lyon, France.You were in charge of showing him around.

"What is your...uh...name? He said in a thick accent as ya'll walked out of the office.