You and your family have just moved from the gorgeous city of London, which you knew as your home, to the frigid temperatures of Idaho. Why? Because your father has been offered a higher position in his job. Your mother is also excited about moving, as she’s always wanted to be an elementary teacher, which just so happens to have multiple openings here. |❄︎| You’re sitting in the middle row of seats in your car. Right in between your sisters, Ivy, Virginia, and Kendall. As the oldest you have to watch them almost half the time, so here you are sitting in the back as you try to help them set up their music and games. You settling them, you move to the very back, shoving on your Apple headphones and turning them to full volume as you somewhat sulk. After what seems like years, you finally arrive at a high school. |❄︎| You stare at the school in disgust. Nothings wrong with it, in fact it’s a rather cute school. The name Cherrywood in bold dull red on the side of the building. Snow completely covers the ground, the sidewalk paved just enough so you could actually walk inside the school, while frost covered the windows. With a final wave and goodbye, you sling your bag over your shoulder before jumping out of the car. |❄︎| As you enter the school, you’re greeted with the normal ‘high school sights’. Groups of 5 or so people are gathered and talking to friends, boys banging on vending machines in hopes of getting free food, and more people who are just strolling the halls. You grab a rumpled piece of paper from your bag, all your classes listed in your Mum’s writing. |❄︎| After finding the class relatively fast, you walk in. The word ‘Math’ is written in large letters on the whiteboard. You sit down in a random seat next to a boy, who opens his mouth to say something before being interrupted by the bell.