You walked along the crowded halls of Gripini high, trying to hide yourself as you were surrounded by muscular jocks and beautiful cheerleaders who were practically naked; when you suddenly bumped into somebody, looking up you saw a tall girl. She had long black hair and blue eyes. She stared down at you with a glare, her hand reaching down to grip her hip as she awaited an apology. Her boyfriend, one of the football players of course, rests his hand on her shoulder and told her to relax.