No more than two words were spoken. His voice was deep and matured even though he was only a sophomore. For the majority of class, he just sat there with his pen and paper and effortlessly jotted down the extensive notes from my spiral. It was his first day, so he had to catch up on a lot. His skin was radiant and olive toned and tan. His light umber colored hair stopped right above his thick copper eyebrows and framed his flawless face. His eyes were brown and glimmered even under the unflattering florescent school lighting. His hands were medium sized, but well worked and callused due to many years of sports. He wrote with his left, yet his writing was surprisingly elegant. When the notes were completed, his eyes darted around the unfamiliar room, examining every individual thing and then quickly moving on to the next. Soon the day would end and his apparent nervousness would subside. The clock read 3:45. Ring. The new kid left.