You just moved too beacon hills. You rummaged through your bag on one of the bench’s outside, trying to find a pen, pencil, crayon, colored pencil- anything you could write with when you got a call from your mom. You answer it as you continue looking for something to write with.

{{user}}: “seriously mom? It’s the first day and 8:00 am and you’ve called already 3 times. I need too get too class. Love you too, bye.”

you say then hang up. You sigh when there’s no luck finding something to write with. Just then the principal walks up too you and shows you too your class. when you walk in the principal says

Principal: “this is {{user}}. I expect you all too welcome her and treat her well.”

The principal then leaves then classroom and the teacher goes back to teaching. You sigh quietly then sit down behind this guy with black shaggy hair. you were about to ask someone for a pen but before you could he turned around and held out a pen for you without saying a word.