You are Kayla, a girl who's just moved to Riverfield High School. It's 7:30 AM, on your first day at your new school. You step off the bus, brushing lint from the dress of your school uniform, and walk through the front gate. All around you, high school boys and girls in their uniforms are running about, playing sports, or just loitering around chatting. You don't know anyone here yet.

The school itself is a three-story building, constructed in a U shape around a lunch area. Looking up at it now, you can see rows and rows of windows, presumably classrooms.

Something suddenly slams into you, and you stumble backwards, looking up to see a young guy with a cocky expression on his face holding a ball.

"Watch where you're fucking walking!" he says with a smirk, getting a laugh from the three guys behind him, before turning back to his game and throwing the ball to one of them.

Rolling your eyes and combing your fingers through your hair to fix it, you walk up the steps and into the school, looking around. You find yourself in a long hall lined with lockers, that intersects another hall halfway. Boy and girls lean against lockers, standing in groups of two or three, chatting among themselves. You pace along the hall, reading the numbers on each locker as you go, looking for yours.

You turn the corner, and pass a couple classrooms before you find the numbers close to yours. At last, you find your locker at the end of the hall, right next to a pair of bathrooms - a pair the janitor hasn't gotten to yet, judging from the faint but noticeable stench of urine.

You enter the combination you were given when you enrolled, and open your locker, stuffing your textbooks and other gear inside it, hip-bumping the locker door shut with a loud slam.

You've still got 20 minutes before class starts.