You had only been in America for a week and you had just started your new school. It felt quite worrying to you since you didn't know anybody, and you were unsure how you would be treated as an exchange student.

"I'm only here for a few months." You kept repeating this phrase to yourself whenever you felt anxious. You walked through the hallway to your locker, being pushed and shoved by other kids who mindlessly roamed the halls to arrive at their destination.

You were already quite on edge due to an the rumours your friends at home had told you about America, as well as all the way it is portrayed on the media. It was going pretty well so far, but you were still cautious.

You enter your code into your locker and open it. It was bare and cold inside. As you place your stuff in, you couldn't help but overhear the conversation of the group beside your locker.

The group consisted of 5 men, each with brightly colored ties. You didn't yet know their names, but the red tie was Joe, the yellow tie was Rob, the blue tie was Zubin, gray was Ross, and the green was Andrew.

The red tied boy, Joe, was in the middle of talking as he leaned against his locker. "So I've got to go to the music room next period. I have-"

"Oh, where's the music room?" You disrupt. "I've also got to go there next period."

The 5 men looked at you, a puzzled expression on their face.

"Uh, room CU10," Joe answered awkwardly. "Are you- are you from here? You have an accent.."