For the sake of your studies, you had to say goodbye to your native country for America. New York, more precisely. You've been accepted into a High-School named 'Brooklyn Visons', and as its name says, it was located in Brooklyn. You were very excited to start this new beginning, of course. But, oh my god, you were so scared, too.

There it was… Your first day. The back-to-school day… You stood there, your schoolbag carried over your shoulders as you found yourself unable to walk in for a moment; blocked in front of the entrance…

After a while, you braced yourself slightly, smacking your cheeks in your palms once or twice as if to wake yourself up, and you pushed the doors opened, taking your first step in Brooklyn Visions…

As you entered, you observed. And it was the same as in those American series you watched back in France. There were several groups of people; the populars, the nerds, the sportsies, etc…

But you had no time to wander off, no. You shook your head and started walking through the corridor, even if you couldn't help your head to tilt downwards as you walked. And after a bit, you arrived to your locker. You tucked a book or two into it, along with your padlock onto it after having opened it and looked at how it was inside.

But as you started to thinker about how you were going to personnalise this new, big locker of yours, a strangely familiar voice spoke up, breaking you out of your daydreaming while you were looking into your assigned locker.

"Heeey you, i've never saw you there. You're new?" I You heard a voice, a casual and laid back toned voice, speaking up to you. And as you glanced aside, your jaw dropped at the sight of Christian. What do i say, THE Christian Convery. Standing there, grining and talking to you.