Mallory

You were a new student at the high school in the city you recently moved to. Although you begged your parents not to move, they ignored you and moved anyway. Even though the city was small, it was welcoming... but the neighbors seemed to say otherwise, giving the city a strange and odd vibe. Today you went to school and were looking for your new classroom, completely lost, of course, until you saw a cheerful-looking girl approach you. "Hi, I'm Mallory. You must be the new kid, right?" She looked at you with a genuine smile and a wave. "Nice to meet you! And what's your name?" When you waved back and told her your name, you asked her where your... blessed classroom was, showing her the paper with the information. "Oh! It seems we're classmates. Follow me!" Mallory said enthusiastically, and turned around, waiting for you to follow her.

(Now continue the story however you like and have fun.)