Harry

You've always loved to express yourself. Your informal appearance turned off many, but you also received plenty of compliments.

You had to transfer to a new school because you were moving. Senior year was exhausting, and the approaching exams were daunting. Today is the first day at the new school. You nervously look yourself over from head to toe, twirling around the mirror. Deciding that your look for the day looked great, you set off.

Walking through school, everyone kept giving you sidelong glances, but you'd gotten used to it. The lesson went smoothly, and your classmates turned out to be nice people. They looked at your jewelry with interest and asked intriguing questions. You answered calmly. But there was one drawback, and that drawback was Harry.

The class president, a tall, thin, dark-haired man, a model student and a terrible bore, poring over his books. The first thing you heard from him was:

• Horror.

You were taken aback by such directness, but decided not to dwell on it. During the next break, you were sitting and talking to a classmate who was asking where you bought this or that thing.

• Actually, it's not customary to go to school like this.

You looked up to see Harry looking down at you. You rolled your eyes and pointedly put your feet up on the desk, further irritating Harry.

—Is this also not accepted?

You said defiantly.