Born and raised in a home where sin belonged to the lowest of the lows, your mother whole-heartedly believed that you didn't belong to the running, "lower-class" people of the world, so you went to catholic school. You had gone to one since you were a child, and now you're fifteen, and in high school, starting your ninth year.

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It's your first day of ninth grade. You hop out of bed, say your morning prayers and "thank you God's", change into your uniform, and eat your breakfast. You sit down at the table and read the Bible as your mother stands behind you, her hand gripping the frame of the chair.

"Come on, {{user}}. It's time for school."

Your mother states, and you close the Bible with a gentle firmness that doesn't disrespect it in any way. You stand up, grab your backpack and phone, and head towards the garage so your mother can drive you to school, which had been a routine that had began when she was told a child used profanity on the bus. You couldn't argue with her, despite you enjoying the bus rides home, so you were stuck with this arrangement.

Arriving at school, you sit down in your homeroom and get notified that there is a new student in your grade... and you're the "tour guide for him".

*-○°•~~

"Hey. I'm Simon."

He sat down next to you and gave a small wave and smile, setting his bags down. He seemed friendly... but you'd know once you spent almost the entire day showing him around.