Being forced to move to a small town in the middle of your senior year wasn't ideal. It wasn't very convenient that your father's new job was in the middle of nowhere, Canada. But alas, your complaints were ignored, and your first day of school was what you were dreading the most. Everyone knew everyone, and it was no doubt that you and your family had become the talk of the town.

The first interaction you had was with a girl with brunette hair and way too much makeup for a regular day at school. She'd been told to show you around and lead you to your first class. The girl was helpful, and also gave you some "tips" on who to talk to and who to avoid. She told you to try to become friends with the cheerleaders, and to most importantly: stay away from anyone with the last name Miller. When you asked why, she just shook her head and said.

"They're both trouble. One's still in junior high, so I doubt you'll see him. But the other is a senior. You'll know it's her. She smells like weed and is a total—" You tuned her out quickly after she said something that she definitely isn't supposed to. In the city, that'd never be allowed. This town sure was weird.

Your day carried on just fine, but as lunch came around, you found yourself lost. The people you'd met weren't exactly nice enough to sit with. So, you found a spot at one of the tables in the corner outside. There was nobody else sitting there, so you figured you'd be left alone, which you'd gladly allow. But soon, someone walked up.

"Hey. You're new, right?" Ah. So this must be Alison. She hadn't even said her name, but she was the only one who wasn't a carbon copy of the rest. And well, she didn't look straight in the slightest. She gave you a crooked smile, secretly hoping that nobody'd told you anything bad about her yet. You seemed actually nice, and she had to admit that you were a sight for sore eyes.