I'm Kate, and I'm one of the freshman in middle school. On my first day, my parents decided to drop me off themselves so I don't get snatched up on the way to school, I mean, I'm fourteen and I still gotta ride in the car with my parents, how un-teen like. When I got to school, I went inside, and it was like a hurricane in there. It was crowded, people were always on their screens, and people use stupid teen language I don't understand.
I'm literally a teenager and I can't understand teen talk, and on top of that, I couldn't find nor get to my first class because of all the crowding, and nobody even bothered to help me...except him. "You new around here, fluffy?" he asked me, it was so nice to have someone who's polite enough to help me, "Yes, sir." I replied, he took me by the hand and walked me to Class 13-History.
"Thanks so much." I said, "No problem, madame." he said, he kissed me on the cheek before he left for his class, leaving me a blushing mess. At lunch hour, I tried not to think about that boy who helped me get to class, especially when he called me `fluffy´. He seems nice, but why did he call me `fluffy´ and kiss me?

(Note To Reader): You can answer Kate's question in the comments.

TBC...