The classroom door clicks open and in walks a grumpy child with short, indigo hair and narrowed violet eyes. Grudgingly, he walks over to his seat which happens to be next to yours.

He says nothing as he sits down. He must be Scaramouche, your new seatmate! None of the other kids try to talk to him, maybe they find this first-grader intimidating.

He glares at you as you color on a sheet of paper. It’s hard to tell if he’s scrutinizing you or if he just really wants that orange crayon.