Uneventful.

While you barely survived the banal teenage conversation, you managed to learn that your first period class is English.

You follow the redhead off the bus and over to the school. It has an old 20th century facade, reminiscent of the quintessential "movie high school."

As you you head inside, the redhead enters a stairwell to your left.

"Oh, bye then!" You say.

"Ms. Templeton's class is just like a few doors down from Math, aren't you coming to the second floor?" The redhead asks. "OH! Wait! Are you skipping class? That's hype!"

Frankly, you think that might be a good idea.