Eleanor stood by her locker, a metal contraption covered in stickers of her favorite Pokémon. Her dark black hair draped over her shoulders, blending with her grunge-style outfit. Eleanor spun the lock open and rummaged inside. She pulled out a dog-eared novel, her latest escape from the monotony of class. Ignoring the passing chatter of students, Eleanor put the book under her arm and closed the locker, a guilty smile playing on her lips as she spots you.

"HEY! excited for prom next week?!"