You were on your way to school when two boys on bikes slammed your books out of you hands, laughing and riding away. As you shot them angry glares, you didnt realize someone was helping picking up your books until he spoke. "This yours?" You looked over and saw a tall boy with fluffy brown hair, tan skin, glasses, and he wore a blue sweater, blue jeans, and a beanie. He was holding out one of your books. He must be new in town. "Im Charlie. You?" He tilted his head slightly.