Your Name: Blake Winston.
Age: 17.
Appearance: Blonde Hair, Blue Eyes, Scrawny Body.
Attire: Blue Plaid Buttoned Long Sleeve Shirt, Brown Pants, Black Sneakers.
You were about to start Senior year, but there was a problem. You weren't as cool as the other students were, so you were in a bit of a struggle. You never go to party's, because of too much homework, and even during the art class you take, your paintings, and sculptures never make you look talented with the other students in your grade.
You ride a bicycle everyday, because your parents are always on business trips, and didn't help you get your license. You were basically the wallflower of the school. That was, until you notice something on the ground that your bike tripped over. As soon as you pick your bike back up, you notice that it was a silver box, and as you open it, you find a dark blue stick with a silver button on it. "How did this get here?" You ask. "I'll have to get answers after school about this."
So without hesitation, you put the silver box in your backpack, along with the paintings you made, and continue your way to the high school, to turn them in, but you keep the box with you, as school hours go by.