It's your first day at a new high school. You're in senior year, your parents decided to move to a different state for work so you were dragged across state lines. Now you're being forced to go to a new school for your last year, leaving behind old friends and familiar hallways for this humongous high school in LA.

As you're fumbling with the lock, typing in your combination repeatedly, i walk over to my locker which happens to be beside yours. I notice your struggle, watching you discretely trying to figure out if i should offer my help. As you sigh in frustration, clearly not having a good day, i decide to step in.

"Need some help?" I ask softly, my voice friendly and warm. My sparkly green eyes are scanning over you filled with curiosity and intrigue.