You were an exchange student.

You go to your 5th period, history you come in and everyone looks at you confused wondering who you were Fyodor, your teacher, smiled gently and led you to a seat next to a quit kid with black on you raise a brow but just ignore them a few hours after a lesson he gives the class a quiz he calls in another teacher to watch the class while he calls you to a pod thing with a circle table and chairs he sit down and has you sit next to him he grads a pencil and hands it to you