"Uhm...Marco?"

"Yeah, sure. Whatever." The one sitting in the better seat, who apparently went by the name of Marco, stood in a resigned motion and moved to the side, allowing me to sit down. From here I begin familiarizing myself with the surroundings, committing to memory significant objects in the room.

"So, none of the other freshmen have mentioned knowing you from the middle school, which means I'm guessing you moved in from somewhere," Junior took the empty seat in front of me and looked back, "I can tell just by the look in your eye that you're definitely not local, so where are you from?"

He probably didn't want to know the actual answer to that, but luckily me and Daniel discussed something like this beforehand, "New York." According to Daniel, all types of people came from New York so there wasn't such a thing as an average New Yorker to work my personality around so I would be free to act however felt natural, within reason. Even people that were actually from New York wouldn't be able to tell I wasn't based on my behavior.
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"Huh, somehow I knew you were going to say that."

"You did?" I was actually stunned for a moment. It would have been less shocking if he were able to guess my actual origin. I've never had a lie be so convincing that people believed it before I even told them.

"Yeah, that or Chicago. You seem like the type who would be from one of those." Daniel, we need to have a serious talk about whether there is or is not an average New Yorker

Luckily, before he started expecting New York trivia, a man came up to the podium in the center of the room. Introducing himself as Principal Gardner, he began explaining the function of a school to a room where, presumably everyone other than me had been going to school for their entire lives and even I had been briefed before arriving here so the odds of there being a single person in the entire room that did not already know everything he was saying was less than 1%.

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