Here, let me start again and help you to better understand the situation.

I am 15 years old. a new freshman at Hannibal Highschool (HHS) and I just moved here from Colorado. Today was my first day as “The New Kid” and it went horribly. People stared, faculty gawked and the classes were overall boring. There was only one exception to the horribleness that was my afternoon and it was him. The unspeakably handsome face that remained busy with his locker while everyone else made me feel like a freakshow. His clothes were inconspicuous, his movements were inconspicuous even the way he looked for his things was inconspicuous. I was too timid to ask his name, but I’ll call him “Mr. Inconspicuous”. It’s really a fitting name, given the observations made.

I have a class with him, English 9, and I noticed that he looked much too old to be just a freshman and that he knew some of the first material too well to be going through ninth grade for the first time. I figure that he must have been held back at some time.