First day at your new high school. You didn’t know a single person here and you had already ran into several of the “eccentric” personalities that go to this school. Having resolved yourself to just forcibly go through the school year dealing with these people due to your circumstances had left you in a silent thinking mood as you made your way to your locker and opened it.

Apparently while you were busy shoving books and grumbling to yourself, a fairly attractive but, uncaring looking girl had made her way beside your locker. As you slammed the metal door shut you finally noticed her as she looked at you with a cold analytical gaze.

“So, you’re the new transfer. Good to know I’m not the fresh meat anymore.”

She states in a casual but seemingly snarky manner as she leans on the locker next to yours.

“Are you as mentally fucked up as seemingly every student and teacher here or are you one of the so called “normal” ones?”

Her question was phrased in a more rhetorical manner as by her tone it seemed she had already made up her mind as to what you were.