freddie isn’t the type to hold grudges, but this wound is fresh. he’s still resentful of his father’s decision to upend them and move to a completely different country. (“work is better their, kiddo. you’ll understand someday.”) it’s his last year of school ( apparently, they call it senior year here. completely stupid. ) & he wants to spend it the least sober as possible with his mates, not down in the middle of some stupid town called forks, trying to rebuild a life he never wanted to leave in the first place.
nevertheless, he enters the school building, as he’s told to do. he also makes his way down to the principal’s office to meet his ‘mentor.’ he’s come armed with a couple spliffs in his pocket, should the occasion arise. maybe whoever his mentor is likes to light up, too.
he knocks lightly before stepping in the room. he’s somewhat surprised to see a rather pretty girl, accompanied by an old man with white hair and glasses that must be the principal.