Brooklyn University, it wasn't prestigious, but it was a good college to get into. You were the school's outcast--not by choice, or it was (your call). Nobody would talk to to you, and because of that, people were creeped out because no one knew what you were thinking and thought you could be one of those people who'd shoot up a school.

You were sitting in the back of the class minding your own business, when the most popular girl in school suddenly sat in the desk in front of you and began talking to you as if you were friends.