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[indent][indent][color=#BAB86C][i]Oh fer fuck's sake; how does someone even navigate this school?[/i][/color] 

Scout rotated the school map she held sideways, as if she expected it to suddenly show the way to class. Today, evidently, was going to be rough not only in the sense of going to brand new school, but also in trying to figure out where everything was located on school grounds. Of course, when you're the reigning champion of "how many times can you get lost in your own [i]neighborhood[/i] playing Pokémon Go", such things weren't so trivial.
 
As she made her way further, Scout cursed the name of whomever decided on the open campus plan—who, after all, thought multiple, separate buildings was a good idea for a school?

[color=#BAB86C][i]Right, 900... 900...[/i][/color]

To Scout's surprise, however, her destination wasn't all that difficult to find. The 900 building was in close proximity to the center of the school—a fact Scout made a mental note to later on [s]forget[/s] remember. Still, the issue of actually [i]getting[/i] to the building itself still persisted. Unlike the rest of the buildings, the 900 building was lacking one crucial element: a bottom floor. How on earth was she supposed to get up there to her classroom?

Scout sighed, looking around from where she stood for some kind of staircase or elevator to no avail. Her eyes then focused on her cousin, walking past the crowd to her respective home room. Almost suddenly, a lightbulb went off inside her head—all she needed to do was follow Ash around. One way or another, she'd eventually lead her to where Scout needed to go.

[color=BAB86C][i]S'poze it wouldn't hurt to try,[/i][/color] Scout figured. [color=BAB86C][i]Unless she's as bad as I am with getting around.[/i][/color][/indent][/indent]
[indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=BAB86C][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Ms. Goldman & Class, Mr. McGregor & Ms. Bauer[color=white] — [/color] [color=BAB86C][b]Location:[/b][/color] Room 915 (Homeroom) → Auditorium → Lacrosse Field[/right][hr][/sub][/color][/indent]
[indent][indent]Thankfully, Scout's gambit pulled off, making it to her home room without further trouble.

As she entered the hallway to her classroom, Scout watched as Ms. Goldman pulled aside some students back into the hallway. Had it not been for Mr. Hubbard, a former teacher she had in North Dakota, Scout would've figured her classmates had somehow already wound up on the wrong side of their teacher. She had a feeling she knew what Ms. Goldman was waiting for—and she'd be right on the money with her prediction.

[color=BAB86C]"Hey thair, Ms. Goldman,"[/color] Scout replied, walking past the confused onlookers and into class. As Ms. Goldman let her inside, however, Scout was quickly horrified, realizing what she had just said once she sat down in her assigned seat.

Well, [i]shit[/i]. 

There went any chance she had of hiding her [i]Nort-a-kotuh[/i] accent. Sure, Scout hadn't as strong as they made it out to be in the movies, and that her accent was bound to slip eventually. But couldn't it have been anymore obvious that she wasn't from around here? Or, rather, why did it have to happen [i]now[/i], right before the first day of school had even started?

[color=BAB86C][i]Just play it cool; like nothing ever happened,[/i][/color] Scout told herself, idly waiting for school to start with a few taps of her fingers across her desk. [color=BAB86C][i]Hopefully no one even noticed. Hopefully.[/i][/color]

When school finally began, however, it seemed to be rather standard fare, save for the few awkward glances Scout gave her classmates every now and then in regards to her earlier [i]incident[/i]. That said, she couldn't exactly put a finger to what Ms. Goldman meant that Delbrook did differently—everything that had happened so far seemed normal and average. Homeroom was no different than any other homeroom, as expected. They even recited the Pledge of Allegiance, as well had an introductory assembly for the new year. Was she referring to the gold, blue and green days? It was her best guess. 

Little did Scout know, however, as the class walked out of the auditorium and to the lacrosse field, that her idea of "average" would be quickly blown out of the water.

[color=BAB86C][i]Oh, geez.[/i][/color] 

Stepping onto the lacrosse field, her eyes met one festival booth after another. Now, [i]this[/i] was certainly different from her prior North Dakotan schooling. Truthfully, the carnival was a little [i]grand[/i] for her liking, being not quite sure of what to make of it. But when life gives you lemons, you don't let them rot away, so, with a shrug of her shoulders, Scout threw her hands in her pockets and went off to explore with the rest of the class. And knowing her luck so far today, she half-expected one of her classmates to try and rope her into whatever shenanigans were to be had here.[/indent][/indent]