Ashleigh Neill

"Uh, the student council president, I guess?" you reply.

Miss DiPetta calls Ashleigh over to you. She walks over, looks you up and down and gives you a big smile.

"Hi, my name is Ashleigh! Welcome to our school. I hope you will feel at home in White Hills," she says confidently, extending her hand. You shake it.

"Good luck!" Miss DiPetta says with a smile.

"Well, I hope we can learn alot from each other," Ashleigh says. "Where are you from?"

"Uh, downtown," you reply. "The ghetto, basically."

Ashleigh's smile doesn't falter. "You know, I always wanted to do some volunteer work down there. Working with disadvantaged young men like yourself. My father doesn't approve of me going down there unescorted, though. I suppose he thinks that I'll be gangbanged or something..." her eyes start to drift away as she is gripped by a fantasy, but she snaps back to reality after a moment. "Uh, perhaps you can take me down?"

"Excuse me?" you say.

"To show me around..." she clarifies, red-faced.

"Oh, yeah, anytime," you say. You think about what some of the guys back home could do to an innocent little thing like her. "Should be fun."

"Hey, I know you're a big basketball star here now, but you don't have to just hang out with jocks and cheerleaders here," Ashleigh adds. "Tonight I have a youth meeting at the church. You should come! It's really fun. Afterwards we can study together."

Doesn't sound like your idea of a great time, but you look her over one more time and think you'd like to spend some time with her.