Your hands fiddled with
your backpack straps as you stood in the office. A woman came out from one of
the rooms and glanced at you while shuffling through papers.
“You must be the new transfer student. Y/N, right?” She
said as she scanned you up and down quickly. You nodded your head. The woman
adjusted her square glasses and smiled at you. Flipping through the papers
again, she went through the whole “welcome to our school” speech.
“Here’s your schedule and other information you’ll need
to know. I’ll have someone escort you to your class.”
She looked over her
shoulder and called for a male student. He was hidden behind a filing cabinet,
organizing folders and filing other important papers. He popped his head over
the top of the cabinet at the sound of his name. Naturally, you look to where
the boy was. A pair of round, thin wire glasses and sharp eyes passed over you
to wait for directions from the caller. She gestured for him to come over. His
footsteps were slow and heavy as they dragged against the tile of the office