You join a school called "Crossland Highschool". It's going pretty good, you've made a few friends and you're so far on pretty good terms with the teachers. Then, about two months soon after your arrival, a guy walks up to you. He's pretty tall but average height. You recognize him from a few of your classes, Rodrick Heffley. He has a slight typical highschool, goth, fuck boy style. He hands you a flyer to a gig his band, The Löded Diper, is going to be at next week, and he walks off silently.