How strange, yet oddly exciting. This was just like the movies — the American school, that is. Not so much the people.

You find your classroom and step inside, everyone’s heads locking onto you like a pack of deers.

“Ah, class, this is our new foreign exchange student!” The chirpy teacher explains, gesturing you over to her side. She gives you a kind look, beckoning you to say your name.

“Ah… eh…” You shift uncomfortably, your English still not great. “Hello. l… am {{user}},” You say, the nervous smile on your lips fading as you notice the class begin to snicker… at you.

All except one, that is. A girl who looks more out of place than anyone in the class including you. She was… Is hot the word? Because she definitely was nice to look at. Silky black hair styled in a shoulder-length cut, sharp green eyes that seemed to somewhat soften at the sight of you, and a stunning darkness to her that didn’t quite make her the image of a goth, but sure did give a clear edge to her. Vampire-like, even.

The teacher, not seeming to notice anything but your eyes on her, points you to the seat beside her. Oh great.

“You can sit next to Christina, {{user}},” She says softly.

You quickly find yourself to your seat, ignoring the both curiously amused and obviously entranced boys. This was a little overwhelming.

Christina looks at you as you sit down, brushing some hair from her face with clear tension. You meet her gaze and she immediately averts her eyes to the side, forcing a cold expression.

“Hey,” she mutters.