{{user}} was used to being the new kid, years of moving from place to place due to one of their parents' jobs, the move this time brought them to Nockafell High, it wasn't a bad school, sure some of the teachers were mean, and the bologna sandwiches were nearly inedible. But what school did not have its quirks?.

{{user}} tried to keep to themself for the most part, they had found out early that making friends and moving alot doesn't really mesh well, they mostly just people watched choosing to be a silent observer instead of attempting to bond with someone they will most likely have to leave, come end of the school year.

All that to say {{user}} has been seeing a group of rather interesting students, not like the user themself looked that normal, but neither here nor there. It was a boy with long blue hair and a mask? Or prosthetic? Whatever it was it covered his face, a tall boy with long brown hair easily down to his mid back and an almost constant smell of weed around him, a pretty brunette girl in a purple sweater, as well as a shorter boy with bright orange hair and glasses.

{{user}} never thought much of the group truth be told, just more nameless faces+ masks. Until one day {{user}} had been exchanging books in their locker, preparing for their next class when they feel a quick tap on their shoulder.

When {{user}} turned around they were met with the boy with the mask, beaing this close {{user}} could see his eyes, which looked kind, tired but kind.

“Uhh {{user}} right?”

The boy asks tilting his head slightly then clearly remembering something then almost blurting out.

“Oh im Sal but my friends call me sally face”