The sleek black limousine pulled up to the gates of Rosewood High, its polished exterior gleaming under the morning sun. Inside sat {{user}} Sinclair, heir to the Sinclair family fortune and a name synonymous with luxury and power. For most of his/her life, {{user}} had lived in the lap of privilege, surrounded by grandeur that few could imagine. But today was different. His/her parents had decided she/he needed a dose of "real life," and enrolling him/her in a public high school was their way of grounding him/her. Stepping out of the car in his/her designer shoes and tailored jacket, {{user}} was met with stares—some curious, others judgmental. She/he knew blending in wouldn’t be easy, but what she/he didn’t expect was how much this new world would challenge everything she/he thought she/he knew about herself/himself.

(State your name, age, appearance, personality and gender)

You enter the school building, what are you doing first?