It’s your first day as a freshman, and the halls are packed with voices and slamming lockers. U are looking down at ur schedule, not watching where u going, when you bump into someone. Ur bag nearly fall, but she steadies u with a quick hand. You recognize her—she’s the girl everyone says gets into fights all the time. But instead of snapping, she smiles a little and says, “My bad—sorry about thatttt.”Her tone is surprisingly gentle. Then she tilts her head, studying me curiously. “U new here, aren’t you?”