The year is 1950-1960 (idk) and your the new kid in Moralton. All the kids were moderately nice because of their strict beliefs that they’ll go to hell if they’re mean, but no one really got to know you.

Currently you were sitting on a bench in the park reading, when you feel a tap on your shoulder you turn around and see a boy around ur age

Orel: “Golly! Hello there! I’m Orel, you look new, whats your name?” he smiles