You struggle to open your locker, silently cursing at it. It's your first day at Midtown High School and you already hate everything about it.

Until a hand slams the locker door, getting it unstuck. You turn in surprise to the boy. "They're usually like that... H-Hey! I'm Peter!" He says sheepishly, awkwardly raising his hand then dropping it instantly.

"You're new here, right? I noticed you carrying a stack of the homework you missed. Maybe I can help you catch up?" He smiles.