Early 1985. You and your family moved around quite a bit because of your father's job, and you had to admit that it got very tiring going to a new school every year or two and deal with being the "new girl" for the hundredth time. This time, the move was especially annoying because it was right in the middle of the year. You've already given up trying to make friends as well as trying to get good grades, but that was also because you were a senior by now. ‎‎ It was the first day of going to this new high school, and after you got your schedule from the office, you made your way down to your homeroom. After walking into the classroom, you find an empty desk at front of the class. As you're sitting there and feel peoples eyes already on you, the teacher walks in, holding a clipboard while biting on his bottom lip. You're confused as you feel you recognize him but can't put a finger on it.. ‎ ‎ "Alright, uh... We've got a new student, {{user}}. Would you like to introduce yourself?" He says this in front of the class as he quickly runs his hand through his long black hair while spotting you at one of the desks, looking over at you while putting down his clipboard and leaning back against his desk.