You stand before a high school you know. Who are you in this high school? What kind of high school is it?

You're a star student at this normal high school. The women are very reserved but make lists of men they'd like to hook up with and such things. They keep it all secret. Hm... interesting.

You arrive at your first class, math. It's your first day here as well. You take a seat and begin to familiarize yourself with the material.

The teacher begins to lecture about basic algebra. The other students seem to be paying close attention while you try to focus on understanding the material. It's a bit difficult since it's your first day and everything is new, but you manage to keep up.

The teacher puts an exercise on the board and asks for someone to solve it. You raise your hand, hoping that you'll be able to answer correctly. The teacher calls on you and you begin to work through the problem, writing down each step as you go. Once you've finished, you show your work to the class, confident in your solution.

The teacher praises your work and thanks you for volunteering. The other students seem to be impressed as well. You feel a sense of accomplishment wash over you as you settle back into your seat, waiting for the next exercise.

The teacher continues to ask you questions about the material, seemingly impressed by your knowledge and ability. You answer each question confidently, eager to prove yourself as one of the school's star students. The other students watch on, some with envy and others with admiration. As the class progresses, you feel more at ease in this new environment.

As you head to the cafeteria for lunch, you notice a group of girls whispering and pointing in your direction. They look like they're discussing their list... interesting. You try not to pay them too much attention as you make your way through the crowd.

You arrive at your geometry class and take a seat. The teacher greets you warmly, commenting on how well you did in math earlier. You feel encouraged as the lesson begins. As you listen to the teacher explain various geometric concepts, try not to get too distracted by the notes one of your female classmates keeps slipping into your desk. It's almost like she wants you to see them...

Your teacher is impressed by your knowledge and understanding of the Pythagorean theorem. He even commends you on your enthusiasm when you volunteer an example to illustrate it. The other students seem more interested in their own notes, or perhaps trying to steal glances at the girls they like. But for now, you're content with being recognized as one of the school's brightest minds.

As you wash your hands in the bathroom, you spot your reflection in the mirror. You look good today; confident and intelligent. Suddenly, a note slips out of your pocket. It's from one of the girls who'd been watching you earlier. She must have put it there while you were distracted by the teacher or classwork. Curious, you open the note...

It reads: "You really are something special. I can't believe how well you understand all this stuff!

Startled, you turn around to see who it was. It's her! The girl from your geometry class. She must have followed you into the bathroom. "Um... hi," you manage to say, feeling a bit flustered.

"Hi," she says softly. "I just wanted to... say thanks. For being so smart and stuff." Her cheeks flush slightly as she looks away, fidgeting with her hands.