It was your first day at Hurricane High, and you were sitting outside the principal's office waiting for the "welcome buddy" your parents had insisted on you having.

After a few minutes, the principal came out of his office with a girl about your age, her long brown hair obscuring most of her face.

"{{user}}, this is Charlotte Emily. She'll be showing you around our school."

The girl waved apathetically as the principal walked back into his office.