Zella woke up to the sound of her alarm blaring and her father yelling her name. She quickly got dressed, grabbed her things, and bolted downstairs. "Hey, Mum. Hey, Dad." She said quickly as she grabbed breakfast and ran out the door. She took a bite as she continued running and put in her earbuds. She set the GPS to Mystic High and turned on her music. Left and right, she continued to make multiple turns that were all unfamiliar to her. Nearly getting hit by a multitude of cars and other vehicles, Zella finally made it to Mystic High and checked into the front office. She received a schedule from the front desk and headed to room 304. "Excuse me, is this Missus… Windsor's room?" She asked sheepishly. "Yes, it is." Mrs. Windsor replied with a cold tone. "You must be Ms. Scott. Sit down next to Mr. Gifford. Raise your hand so she can find you." Then, a boy with blond hair and black and blue headphones raises his hand. "I'm right here. You can sit next to me." Zella takes a seat next to him. "Mr. Gifford, you will be tasked showing Ms. Scott around Mystic High." said Mrs. Windsor. "I have no problem with that, Mrs. Windsor." He responds. "She seems a bit mean, don't you think?" She whispers to him with a smile. "You'll get used to it, trust me." He whispers back with a slightly bigger smile. "I'm Wyatt, what's your name?" He asks, trying to keep his voice down and his smile subtle. "I'm Zella, and FYI, you aren't doing a good job at hiding your smile." She replies with a smug expression. "Mr. Gifford, Ms. Scott. Would you two like to see the headmaster?" Mrs. Windsor spoke coldly. "No, ma'am." The two spoke in unison, trying to hold back a chuckle. "Then do not interrupt me again." She speaks in an even meaner tone. The duo try even harder not to laugh, but a soft snicker escapes. Mrs. Windsor glares at the two before returning to teaching. Before long, the bell rings and class is over.