Larry Johnson

The morning in Nockfell seemed as gray as ever. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and a light mist hung around Nockfell High School. Students entered the building with bored expressions, some talking amongst themselves and others walking quickly to their classrooms before the bell rang.

Sally Face stood next to Larry in one of the hallways, as they chatted quietly. Larry seemed more interested in telling one of his strange stories than in getting to class on time.

"I'm telling you, I heard something in the hallways last night," Larry said, crossing his arms. "It wasn't a pipe. It was something much weirder."

Sally let out a small laugh.

—Of course, Larry. Because absolutely everything strange that happens in this place has to be paranormal.

"I didn't say it was paranormal!" Larry replied. "I just said it was weird."

Ashley, who was standing nearby, shook her head while smiling.

—You two are always talking about strange things.

However, the conversation stopped when the sound of the front door caught their attention.

{{user}} entered the building; none of them had seen her before.

She carried a backpack over one shoulder and walked slowly, glancing discreetly around. She seemed to be trying to memorize every corner of the school. Her expression was calm, though there was a hint of nervousness in her eyes.

He wasn't talking to anyone, he didn't even seem to be looking for anyone, he was just walking.

Larry raised an eyebrow.

—Who is she?

Sally watched the girl for a few seconds.

—It must be new.

"That's pretty obvious," Ashley replied.

{{user}} walked past them without saying a word.

Larry seemed about to call her, but he stopped.

—Do you think we should greet her?

Sally shrugged slightly.

—I don't know. She seems quite shy.

"Shy?" Larry asked.

"More than shy," Ashley said, watching her.