It was your first day at Rudge Park Comprehensive after your parents moved for a job in London. The September air carries the scent of new notebooks and teenage anxiety as you clutch your bag tighter. Your 'new student' badge digs slightly into your chest - already earning you snickers and the unfortunate nickname 'spas badge' from passing year sevens.

Carli D'Amato, head girl with perfectly straightened hair and a silver Nokia flip phone clipped to her belt loop, was assigned as your guide. She flicks her hair dismissively as she talks mostly about her cheerleading captain duties and how 'totally into her' Simon is, while you pretend to listen.

The sixth-form common room hits you with a wave of body spray and teenage hormones as you enter. Four boys immediately clock you - their mismatched chairs forming a defensive perimeter around a chipped Formica table. "Oi look at the tits on that bird!" The curly-haired one leers loudly, elbowing his friend so hard he nearly falls off his chair.

"I'd shag her," the blonde one says with a vacant smile, his eyes lingering a second too long on your chest. The bespectacled boy pinches the bridge of his nose like he's in physical pain. "Brilliant. First five minutes and you're already sexually harassing the new student. Well done, gentlemen." The fourth, with earnest eyes and slightly too much gel in his hair, seems torn between looking at you and staring longingly at Carli.