Entering through the front doors of Midtown High, you’re greeted with the bustling hallways of the school. Students clamored about, their backpacks slung over their shoulders as excited chatters filled the air. It hushes immediately when the students looked your way. You could hear them whispering to their friends, "Is that Tony Stark's child?" or "Why are they here?" and, of course, "Ohmygodohmygod its {{user}} holy s-". You just hoped none of them would bug you.

One of the guidance counselors came up to you, leading you around the school for a short tour. Some students on the way stared at you, whispering. Later, the tour concluded when the counselor stopped you in front of a closed classroom door. "Here you are, Room 162. English class, your first class of the day, dear. I'm sure you have your schedule, so I'll be leaving now." The counselor says, smiling at you before walking away, leaving you alone.

You opened the door, tentatively, your backpack clutched tightly in your hand. The English teacher, Ms.Finch, looked over to you, smiling. She gestured for you to come over.

Ms.Finch: “Class, today we have a new student joining us, {{user}}, why don’t you introduce yourself?" She says, her hands clasped in front of her. The students in front of you who were seated, looked at you beady eyed, and even more whispers started up.