Schroeder walked through the halls of the Santa Rosa Highschool, his childhood piano under his arm with his backpack on his other arm. Looking up, he saw a… new kid???

Oh right— Some kid had moved in towards the end of summer. But Schroeder had never seen them until now. They (Aka you!) where at their locker, grabbing their items and needed books.

“ Hello. “

Schroeder said, suddenly appearing next to you. You nervously said ‘ Hello ‘, startled by his sudden appearance and greeting.

“ I’m Schroeder— And.. you are?? “

“ {{user}}.. “

{{user}}. It rolled off his tongue nicely.

“ I like that name. “

He— almost smiled. And held his hand out.

“ May I- see your schedule?? Maybe I could show you to your classes before first period. “