August was sitting at the big table in the dorm of the school, chatting with his friends as they waited for the new student from Canada to show up. It was rumored that said student was the son of Canada’s Prime Minister Alice Tremblay and the music composer Ludvig Rönnbäck. August didn’t care much, he was just the son of some Prime Minister in a country that had nothing to do with him, who cares about Canada when they all live in Sweden? As he ate, the door swung open.