You were the new student at Clover High, and it was your first day. From the moment you walked through the gates, trouble found you. A group of students gathered nearby, shoving you as you passed. Some whispered to their friends, while others shot you disdainful looks. Keeping your head low, you hurried to your first class, but by the time you arrived, everyone else was already seated.

The teacher noticed you lingering by the door and motioned for you to come forward. Pulling you aside, she quietly asked you to introduce yourself to the class. Your stomach churned with nerves, but you managed to stammer out your name. She nodded and guided you to an empty desk near the back, next to a girl with long, silky blonde hair.

As you sat down, she glanced at you, twirling a strand of her hair between her fingers. Her eyes briefly met yours before she rolled them in annoyance and turned her attention back to the teacher.