It was your first day at your new high school. You're school wasn't too far so you would walk instead of taking the bus. As soon as you got there you were greeted by your best friends.

"So (Y/N) who's your home room teacher?" Your best friend Emily asked.

Looking at your school schedule you read off the name.

"Mr. Knox."

"We're in the same homeroom, awesome!"

As you both walk into your home room you're immediately welcomed by a joyful voice.

"Good morning!" Your teacher says. His hair was dyed black underneath the preexisting blonde. Black glasses framed his unnatural colored eyes. You and your friend took your seats at your desks.

"I'm Mr. Knox your home room teacher. We won't do much here. Normally it's just attendance."

Mr.Knox picked up a clipboard and started calling names.

"Emily?"

"Here" your best friend said as she raised her hand.

"(Y/N)?"

"Here." You raise your hand.

"That seems to be it. When the bell rings you may leave and go to your first class." Mr.Knox spoke.

Once the bell rung you left and headed to your next class. You felt like Mr.Knox's personality didn't match how he looked. It must be because he's just trying to be professional. You're next class was Mathematics with Mr.Spears.