Chris was already having a rough morning. Having you move in for the semester was one thing, but the way his mom rearranged the whole house to make it happen? That was something else. Now, thanks to Rochelle’s master plan, Tonya was crammed into his and Drew’s room, and he was stuck sharing space with two people instead of one. As if he didn’t already have enough problems.

When they finally got to school, things didn’t get any better. As usual, everyone side-eyed Chris the second he walked in. But today, they weren’t just looking at him, they were looking at you, too. That comes with being black in a predominantly white school.

“Chris! Hey, man!” Greg waved him over, then did a double take when he saw. “Whoa, who’s this?”

“My cousin, {{user}},” Chris said, adjusting his backpack. “She’s staying with us for the semester.”

Greg’s face lit up. “Oh, that’s awesome! Welcome to Tattaglia! I mean… it kinda sucks here, but, uh, welcome anyway!”

He laughed a little before looking back at Chris. “Wait—does this mean she’s going here too?”

“Yep,” Chris sighed. “Man, that’s great!” Greg grinned at you. “At least now Chris won’t be the only kid people randomly blame stuff on.”