(Y/N) = Your name

A new school and new people - unfortunately, you know none of them. Making new friends hasn't been much trouble for you in the past, but then, you always had at least one other friend to help you along. You approach the school and look around. Not much commotion outside - however, there are lots of high end cars parked.

"Perfect," you mumble, "A bunch of rich snobs. I'll fit in great here." You enter the school, spotting the name so prominently shown as you walk in: Arendelle's School for the Gifted.

"The gifted, huh?" you snicker "Yeah, gifted with rich parents."

You realize you are being too moody, too quick to judge. You know better than that.

You snap out of your trance and continue through the main entrance.

"Think you'll do better here, I mean this isn't your choice," a voice taunts.

"True, I didn't choose to be here. But hey, I am better than before." You reply.

No response, empty.

You shake your head, imagining how that must look on the outside. Luckily nobody is paying attention to you, and you can't blame them either. Most of them are in fancy clothes representing their "Upper Class" status. You notice another man that seems out of place. He has blonde hair and is quite bulky. He seems more like a worker then a "gifted student".

"What's the low class doing here?" one of the students taunts.

"Do you even have your own car? Or better clothes?" another asks.

"Shove off!" He snarls, getting personal with one of the other students.

They quickly disperse after his threat.

You walk over to him. He seems like someone who you might find tolerable.

"Hi, my name is (Y/N). I'm new here."

He turns towards you and scans you. "Guessing you aren't like them. You don't look like it."

You don't know whether that is a compliment or an insult, but you ignore it.

"My name's Kristoff Bjorgman. Nice to meet someone who doesn't judge by appearance."

"Well, that's not true," you joke. "I can tell most of these guys are stuck up and likely annoying"

Kristoff laughs with you. "Yes, very true."

Seems you made a friend - or at least someone who you can make a friend.

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You and Kristoff tour around the school, trying to find your classrooms before class, figuring out you have some classes together, and looking at some of the cute girls. They may be snobs, but they are still nice to look at.

You eventually find your way to the cafeteria, which blows both of your minds. It's enormous. Most of the students are residing here before classes start.

"Is there even a table for us? Can you see one?"

As you look around you see an empty table.

You turn to Kristoff. "Hey, I found one!"

You point towards it and he acknowledges, so you both begin to walk over there.

As you push through the crowd - which continuously gives you both condescending looks - you get closer to the table. However, you learn that it is not empty. One girl is sitting there, alone, reading a book. She has beautiful gold hair tied in a bun; her skin is pale but it compliments her. She is wearing a pair of light blue jeans with a purple turtle neck. She seems to have purple hands too, but you're too far away to see her hands. You don't care - you think she is beautiful.

"I know what you're thinking, and no. Don't even get any ideas. I will hit you," the same voice from earlier threatens.

"Lighten up a bit, she's probably crazy. Or mean. Or both," You respond "And how can you hit me?"

"Uh huh, just don't get too excited, lover boy," It replies.

Kristoff looks at you awkwardly. "Who are you talking too?"

"Um... Hehe," you chuckle as you scratch the back of your head. "Just myself. I can give some good advice sometimes."

Your smile is contagious as Kristoff smiles too.

Kristoff breaks the smiling fest. "So I saw you staring at the girl over there."

You look frantically back and forth between Kristoff and the blonde.

"No, why would I? I mean pshh, look at her. She probably-"you look over at her and she is gone.

You start looking around, trying to find her. You step into a different portion of the crowd to get a different angle when you bump into someone. You keep your balance but the other person fell to the ground. You shake your head and look down at the person. It is the same girl that you were looking at. You shoot a quick glance to Kristoff, who gives you a double thumbs up with a sarcastic look on his face. You turn back towards her as she gathers her books. You bend down to help her but only one book is left, which you handily grab for her.

"Here is your book," you hand over to her. "Also, sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you."

She looks into your eyes then to her book. She quickly grabs it and walks past you. You turn to watch her go.

She disappears into the crowd in an instant.

You turn to Kristoff who is wearing a big goofy smile and is clapping slowly.

"Very nice, very nice, indeed. Next time, she may even mutter a word to you."

You laugh and give him a friendly push as you walk past him.

"Yeah, yeah. I'd like to see you do better."

The two of you make your way out of the cafeteria laughing.

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Your first class begins and you find a seat. You are the first one there, so you have free reign to choose a seat. You choose one in the middle away from the door, which is to the left. Other classmates start pouring in. Unfortunately, Kristoff has another class, meaning you are on your own.

"Great, first class and I don't know anyone. Not a single person to talk to," you mumble to yourself.

"You know, if I actually cared, I would be hurt by that comment," the same voice from earlier replies.

You shake your head with a smile. "I guess it's a good thing I know well enough then, huh?"

No response.

"Of course," you say under your breath.

You watch more people enter the class, but one person catches your eye: the girl from the cafeteria!

She doesn't notice you, or anyone else for that matter. You keep your eyes on her until she sits down. She is to the right of you, one row up. Her blonde hair is very distracting, as it keeps dragging your attention to it. You shake your head and shrug it off.

"It's just a girl," you think. "A cute one, but a simple girl all the same."

The class fills up and the teacher walks in. He is wearing a tacky sweater vest, but his entire outfit just screams out "stereotypical nerdy teacher."

He lowers his glasses as he glances over all of you. He stops at you, giving you a stare that makes you shiver.

"Young man," he says pointing at you. "Please, stand beside me."

You slowly get out of your chair and follow his instructions. When you reach his side he spins you to face the class.

"Everyone, I'd like your attention." He waits a moment to get the attention he asks for. "We have a new student in our school."

You look around the room, seeing all these rich looking teenagers. They are paying attention - for the most part. When you look to the back of the class you see two students: A red haired woman and a brown haired man. They seem caught up in their own conversation and are in close proximity to each other.

"Ms. Anderson? Mr. Westergaard?" He inquires.

The two shoot back to their respective desks - which are right beside each other - and give their full attention to the teacher.

"Thank you. Now, as I was saying." He clears his throat and continues. "I expect you to show your utmost respect to this boy and make him feel welcome here.

"I'm, ah... I'm not a boy. I mean I am a boy but not a boy. I'm a man. An aged male figure." you say in your own weird way.

Some of the class chuckles while others stay completely serious. The teacher looks at you strangely.

"This man," he states looking towards you. You can't help but smile. "Now, before I send you back to your seat, do you have anything to say?"

"Do you have anything to say?" the familiar voice inquires. "Because, I could speak for you"

You ignore what you heard and regain a straight posture.

"My first name is (Y/N) and, um... I hope this place is alright. I mean, what's the worst that could happen" you say with a goofy smile.

The teacher dismisses you so you quickly walk back to your seat and sit down.

A half hour goes by and you've fallen into your own little world. You are just thinking about past events, your old school, your old life. But, it is obvious that you are not paying attention. The teacher notices this and grabs his clipboard.

"Mr... Hmm, that's strange." He pauses for a second, seeing you still staring off into space. "(Y/N)!" he shouts

You snap back to reality and notice that as you were day dreaming, you've been staring at the blonde girl's head for who knows how long.

"Has the back of Ms. Anderson's head been teaching the class for you? Should I step down as a teacher?"

The class looks at you but you are confused. When he said Ms. Anderson last time, he was talking about the girl in the back. "Sisters?" you think.

You give the teacher your full attention "No, sir. I was just looking at the... door."

The class laughs as you soon discover the flaw in your lie.

"The door? Mr... (Y/N) the door is on the other side of the classroom."

"Nice one, (Y/N). How are you getting out of this?" your trusted voice asks.

You again ignore it, trying to find a way to respond. You notice that the blonde hasn't looked back at you. Or, at least, you didn't see her look at you. You assumed she would.

"That reminds me. What is your last name?" he asks you. "It is not listed on the attendance"

You widen your eyes for a moment and then, a sudden - yet familiar - sensation comes over you. Your left arm begins to throb in pain. You grab it and try to answer his question.

"Well, sir, that's quite the..." A large pain shoots through your arm. "Question..."

You start to gather the attention of the class. This gets you on edge. You know what is happening - you know exactly what COULD happen. That makes it worse. Your arm is really affecting you and your teacher keeps pressuring for an answer.

"Oh, you were right. You are SO much better than before. I applaud you, really. Listen idiot, just breathe. You are overreacting to a fair question."

You listen and breathe. This helps a little bit, but you need some space. Luckily, the bell goes off and students begin to leave. They ignore what has happened - just a funny little stunt. You grab your things and start to leave as well. "That was a short period," you think.

The teacher stops you from leaving by putting his hand on your chest.

"You are okay, (Y/N)?" he asks with concern.

You play it off as if your arm didn't feel like it was in lava, "Yeah, just... Getting used to the place. It's different from my last school."

He focuses on you, trying to see through a possible lie. "That is relatable. I used to be a new kid here too."

"How? He looks old," the voice questions.

You smile then run off.

"Kristoff is in my next class," you say to yourself. "That'll be helpful."

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The pain in your arm has worn off, but it is replaced by numbness, as it usually is. That hasn't happened in a long time, and usually you can deal with it well. However, being in a school again, with people around... It's stressful on you - on your psyche and your body.

You continue down the hall to your next class. On your way you recognize two people: a red haired woman and a brown haired man. "Think, (Y/N), think. What did he call them" you say quietly.

It comes to you. "Ms. Anderson and Mr. Westergaard!" you shout out.

As soon as you do you throw your hand over your mouth, hoping they didn't hear you. Unfortunately for you, they both heard you and looked right at you. The fact that you had your mouth covered by your hand made it obvious you called them out.

They laughed and the woman kissed the man on the cheek before she started walking towards you, waving. You keep your hand over your mouth and try to move out of sight. You shuffle to the right behind a crowd, but someone bumps into you and you fall on the floor.

It's Kristoff!

"Whoa, (Y/N), you see a ghost?" he jokes, offering a hand to help you up.

"No, just did something silly," you respond.

He reaches into his backpack and grabs something - a carrot. He looks at you before zipping up his pack.

"You want one?"

You shrug. "Why not?"

He grabs another and hands it too you. Before you even start he takes one giant bite and half of it is gone.

"You hungry?" you ask him.

He thinks for a second, taking your question seriously. "No, not really."

"Kristoff, you ate half the carrot. You can't say you aren't hungry," you point out with a smile.

He looks at you, and then spots someone behind you. He points, obviously telling you to look that way. Before you can turn you hear a girl speak.

"You know, most people call me Anna. I think you're one of the first to call me by my last name, other than teachers." She giggles.