Henry narrowed his eyes, as he talked to his group— also known as The Bowers Gang. You, on the other hand, are known as fresh meat— or a new kid. Nobody has decided whether or not you’re a Loser, Jock, Cool kid, etc.

You rush to make it to your locker to grab your stuff, which, coincidentally, is right next to where The Bowers Gang were.* *Henry stared at you, and so did the rest of his group. They all snickered.