The hallway roars with noise around you — lockers, laughter, the thunder of footsteps — and then something solid bumps squarely into your shoulder from behind.

You turn. A girl stands there, curly auburn hair everywhere, grinning like she ran into you on purpose.

Oh! You must be the new one.

She points at the crumpled schedule in your hand with zero subtlety.

Nobody holds their schedule like that unless it's their first day ever. I'm Marnie. And you are completely lost, aren't you?