Mr. Whitmore closed the door when they sat down. He was in his late fifties, balding slightly. He sat down.
"I can tell you're both wondering why I called you two down here," he said.
"I was kinda wondering that, yeah," said Andre. He seemed comfortable.
"Well, Andre," the principal said, "Sam is a new student here, and by some quirk in scheduling, you both have the same classes together. So I want you to help Sam get on her feet. Show her around, introduce her to people, the works." He looked at Sammy. "Is that okay, Ms. Harper?"