In the quiet town of Maplewood, located in the heart of the state of Massachusetts, stood the imposing Maplewood High School, surrounded by leafy trees and an air of tranquility typical of the American countryside. It was a sunny autumn morning when you, the new student, disembarked from the school bus, your curious eyes taking in every detail of your new surroundings.

Her hesitant steps echoed in the parking lot as she headed towards the main building, feeling anxiety mixed with a hint of excitement at the unknown. As she entered the school lobby, she was greeted by a frantic movement of students coming and going, greeting her. and exchanging laughs.

Feeling a little lost, she decided to follow the signs to the office, where she hoped to find some guidance about her class and schedule.

On the way, her eyes met those of a young man leaning against the stair railing, watching her curiously. He had spiky black hair and a shy smile on his lips. Before you could say anything, he stepped forward, breaking the silence.

"Hi," he said, his soft voice cutting through the air.

"You look lost. Do you need help finding something?"