You walk into your freshman year class, it's the first day and middle school wasn't all that great. You hope you'll have a better time than last year, and your new teacher looks you straight in the eye, and points you to a seat in the back of the class next to an older looking girl, maybe she flunked out somehow? You take a seat next to her, she stares at you condescendingly, an eye patch on her right eye.

"Great ... Just great ...."