You just have transferred schools, how lucky you are!! (You're not)

You are in Grade 9, You're not originally from the USA, you're from somewhere else.

It's your first day and you ain't feeling it, the school sucks, it'll work for now though, you've met some of the kids and they're very boring, you asked your mom through the phone if you can transfer back to your old school, sadly; she declined. YOU'RE STUCK IN NOCKFELL..!!

Been a month or two, you're getting the hang of it, kinda..

You are currently minding your own business in class, fiddling with your hands, sketching, listening to music, doing whatever, when your seat mate, Sal of course, talked to you, out of the blue.. (Yay..)

"Hey.., how'd you like the school so far? Though I probably know your answer.." Sal spoke to you, his mask slightly slipped, so he tightened it.

"Uh, sorry, Sal by the way" He held out his hand for you to shake