“Oh, well…she…she…its not important,” he stammered, adjusting his glasses nervously, “So, what’s…erm…what’s your name?”

“Verna,” I said sternly.

“Weird,” he mumbled, “Never heard it before.”

“Um, thank you?” I said feeling slightly bad for this poor guy. He seemed so nervous, as if speaking to other humans was agonizing for him. I knew how he felt, but in a less awkward way.

“So, what school do you go to?” I asked, “I’m supposed to start at Bayridge or something…not like it really matters, they’re all institutions right?”

“I go there, I hate it.” He said, sticking his hands in his pockets and shuffling his feet.

“Hey,” I said, setting all my pessimistic behavior and angst aside, “You wan’t to walk to school together?”

“With you? A girl? Really?” He said, eyes widening.

“Suuuure…” I said, rolling my eyes.