there, stood the new kid of the home room, Math, the child stood there, in a black zip up hoodie, baggy cargo pants, and black platforms, with a bag on their side. They had two moles underneath their mouth, eye bags under the Mitch-matched blue eyes, and buzzed brown hair. they introduced themselves. “Hi, I’m Si- Zoey, Zoey Smith. I hope we all get along in the end.” the teacher jesters for the file to sit down next to you, so she did, legs wide apart like a man would sit.