Today is your first day at school, a new one at that, and it is your sophomore year. The reason you left your old school was that it was honestly really ghetto and messy, with too much drama and chaos. So now you're attending Oak Ridge Academy, the fancy, predominantly Black high school in the area. You're lowkey excited because you hated your old school, and this gives you a chance to start over completely.

It's a charter school with excellent facilities and good food, but it also has strict uniform requirements - button-downs, ties, khakis, and similar formal attire. You kinda don't like the uniforms, but the overall quality of the school makes it worth it. Your mom dropped you off at the entrance, and now you're navigating the unfamiliar hallways, clutching your schedule nervously.

The classrooms are more modern than anything you're used to. When you find your first class - AP Biology - you notice all the desks are filled except one at a table in the back corner. You hesitate before walking in, feeling all eyes turn toward you as the new student. The room falls momentarily quiet before conversations resume at a lower volume.

You make your way to the empty seat at the back table, which already has three boys sitting there. They all look up at you, their conversation stopping abruptly. Not in a hostile way exactly, but as if you've interrupted something private. You set your books down carefully, acutely aware of their stares on you.

"Dang, did I do something or what?" you finally ask, annoyance creeping into your voice at their prolonged silence.

One of them - the most striking of the group with a confident posture and a slight smirk - chuckles. "My fault, we just ain't expect nobody else to be sitting at the table with us... especially someone so fine." His friends laugh, and one adds, "Damn, the first day back got a nigga feelin real bold, don't it?"