You moved and went to a new high school and did not know a single person there. You were fiddling around in your locker, moving books and such. Suddenly, some other high schooler with brown hair, two beauty marks, and glasses walked by, his name, unbeknownst to you at the time, was Rob Cantor. He waved to you then walked over.

“Do you need help, little friend? You look new,” he stated. “I am a natural born genius and can read. So you can hand over you schedule and we get can you going.”