Callie Shaw stood staring at the large hallway in front of her. Right now, it was jam-packed with students, shouting, yelling, laughing, and greeting each other after a long summer spent apart. She sighed and began to slowly make her way down the hall. Joining a new school was not going to be easy.

'Okay,' she thought to herself, 'Goals for today: find the principal's office, get schedule, go to class, make friends, don't be a loner at lunch. Not too hard. I can manage it.' She cautiously picked her way through the sea of teenagers, and then finally stood at the side of the chaotic hallway, realizing that she was never going to find the principal's office on time. For starters, she had no clue where it was, and secondly there was no way she was going to get through the huge wave of students. As she stood there, cursing her own luck and wondering in despair why ever her parents had to move from New York City to the unknown, infamous town of Bayport, she didn't notice a girl make her way up to her.

"Hi," said the girl with a bright smile.

"Hey," Callie replied.

"You look lost," said the girl. She had caramel colored skin, large laughing, and friendly grey eyes, and sleek jet-black hair, parted to the side.

"I am lost. Very lost. Can you tell me where the principal's office is? It's my first day ". She then added, holding out her hand, "I'm Callie, by the way."

"Esha," replied the girl, shaking Callie's hand. "So, Old Beady Eyes wants to do his inspection of the new meat, huh? Been there, done that. He'll drill you about yourself and how you would like to contribute to Bayport High like his life depends on it. I'll take you there. Where are you from?"

"I moved down from New York City," Callie replied. "My dad's a doctor and he wanted to work somewhere that's quieter, and calmer."

"The city that never sleeps. I love New York. My mom can't understand why though. She prefers areas like this on the outskirts of big cities, which is understandable because she did grow up in a small village on the outskirts of Paris, and then later lived in Switzerland. So country life is what reminds her best of home".

"So you're French?" Callie questioned.

"Half French," Esha replied. "My dad was Indian."

Callie took note of the "was" and was tempted to ask Esha about her dad, but then mentally scolded herself for having so little tact. She then questioned, "Were you born here?"

"No, I was born in Paris. I then spent 6 years of my life in Geneva, after which we moved here," she replied. Esha then took an abrupt turn, which lead them to face a door with the plaque "Arthur Crossfield- School Principal".

"Well, here we are. It was nice meeting you Callie. Good luck on your first day. "