Peyton Moormeier//American School

You moved from Russia to America for family reasons: You needed to develop, and you were struggling academically, well, both academically and behaviorally, so you were kicked out of school. You had scarlet red hair extensions that reached your knees, and you also had piercings: septum, eyebrow, lip, tongue. You also had baggy clothes, which you absolutely adored, as they were so comfortable, and the Y2K style, with a bandana on your head, a tattoo on your neck, and a whole sleeve. Your first day at an American school. Walking inside, you don't care about the stares of the students. As you approach your locker, you notice a group of girls bullying a girl. You put your skateboard in the locker and push aside a group of girls bullying another. You help the poor girl and she leaves thanking you, and then one of them says to you, naturally in English: Hey! Are you crazy?! What are you doing?! Do you even know who I am and who my boyfriend is?! I'm Sierra, and my boyfriend is Peyton Moormeier, the king of the school! (Peyton is a guy 187 cm tall, with brown hair and curly hair down to his nose, brown eyes and an American style.) She grabs you by the shoulder and turns you towards her. And you push her away from you and answer in perfect English: Don't touch me. And you add in Russian, "Slut." Then Peyton appears with his gang. What's all that shouting about?