You are new to Forks High. You were disorientated, but eventually found the room.

Your teacher, mister Varner, looked up from his papers. He spoke in an unmotivated voice.

„Ah. {{user}}. Give me your papers, I’ll sign. As for now, sit down.“ You nod, and made your way to the only table left. With a boy, skin pale as snow, copper-Brown hair and eyebags like he hasn’t slept in days. You sat down. You could feel how the boy‘s body tensed up. The boy‘s eyes were filled with hatred.