"Welcome to Dakota Union High, Miss Hojem." The principle said, shaking my hand and leading me out the door. "Your homeroom is room 1C, and your new teacher will give you your schedule."

"Thank you, sir." I said, turning down the hallway he pointed me to. When I got to 1C, right before I opened the door, this kid with dreadlocks came running down the hall and ran into me. Yes, I know what you're thinking, 'Two minutes into school, and I've already been run over. Just my luck'.

"I am so sorry," he started, helping me up.

"It's okay, probably my fault somehow." I said, picking my backpack up off the floor.

"Hey," he said, getting my attention before opening the door. "I haven't seen you here before, you new?"

"Unfortunately," I said, sticking out my hand. "Andrea Hojem."

"Virgil Hawkins." he shook my hand. I smiled as I opened the door to find the teacher staring at us.

"Mr. Hawkins! You're late!" She yelled with this sort of, 'Imma eat you', face.

"Sorry, Mrs. Colman, it'll never happen again." He quickly said.

"I'm sure," she pointed him inside. "And who are you?"

"I'm Andrea Hojem, the new transfer." I said, not looking her in the eye.

"Indeed," She put her hand around my neck and brought me inside. "Everyone, this Andrea Hojem, she's the new transfer from," she looked at me for the answer.

"Gotham City," I said to the kids staring at me.

"You can sit down by Foley and Mr. Hawkins, since you two are buddies." Mrs. Colman said harshly, handing me my schedule and sitting down at her desk.

With twenty sets of eyes following me, I made my way towards where Virgil was, and sat across from him. The blonde kid in front of me, took out a spiral notebook and wrote something in it. He pushed it across to me, and it read: Hey, I'm Richie Foley.

I wrote back to him: I'm Andrea Hojem.

Richie: Why'd you transfer to Dakota?

I was put into a new foster home.

Richie: Why? I f you don't mind me asking.

My foster parents died in a house fire.

Richie: Sorry.

It's cool, they never really liked me anyway.

Richie: How'd it happen?

Oh, my foster mom fell asleep while she was smoking, and my foster dad went in to save her, but he didn't make it. I had stayed after school that day to help my friend get through her parent's divorce. When I got there, it was just a pile of ashes, and my social worker sent me out of Gotham because no one else would take me in, so she sent me here.

Richie: Who has you now?

This old lady named Ms. Skylar.

Richie: She's my next-door neighbor.

Awesome. We can hang out sometime.

Richie: So, what do you have next?

Gym.

Richie: Me too.

Owens?

Richie: Yeah.

That's amazing, it's like, fate.

That's when the bell rang.