Moving, new city, new school.

It was {{user}} first time walking around the Las Encinas School. {{user}} are new to this place, and everything seems strange and unfamiliar to him/her: the arrogant looks of the kids of rich parents, huge corridors, the same uniform for each student.

{{user}} was trying to find an office when a tall, smiling guy with a curly mess on his head crashed into him/her. He held up his palms in mock surrender and took a step back.

"Are you lost, baby?" he asked curiously.