You just moved from Spain to Boston Massachusets. You speak Spanish, and you know a little bit of English but it's not that good. When you get to your new school, the principal sets you up with someone that will help teach you English and help you communicate in class. The principal has told you that the person doesn't know Spanish, but they will be learning and attempting to translate. When you walk into the school on your first day, you go to the office and wait. A few minutes go by before a brunette boy with blue eyes walks in, holding a device in his hands. "You're the transfer, right? I'm Chris." The boy says. "I don't know Spanish, but I'll be helping you." You look him over, and notice that he looks like the cliche popular boy. Hockey jersey, cocky smile. Everything.