She accepted the explanation easily, not doubting him at all. He lived here, of course he would know the victims better than she. He had given her no reason to suspect him, so she didn't even think about taking it. The poor girl was oblivious. She smiled. "Thanks, hearing that from someone else but my dad puts me at ease."<br/><br/>She glanced at her schedule and looked at it for a while before nodding. "Right, we should get going. Don't want to be late." She walked with him through the hallways and finally approached her classroom, stepping in slowly and scan in the room carefully. There was so many people, this was nothing like back at home. The teacher was standing at the chalkboard, writing something sloppily on the board. Her hair was pinned up tightly and she wore huge glasses, her lipstick a deep red. Her heels clicked loudly on the floor when she made her way to Alisson, taking her hand and forcing a smile. "You're the new girl, aren't you? I've seen your grades and I'm excited to have you in class. Stay up here and I'll give you a proper introduction." Alisson groaned to herself, forcing her own smile as she shook the woman's hand. The last thing she wanted was to be put on the spot. She would be singled out as the know-it-all, and the day hadn't even started yet. She looked over to Dane, shrugging and whispering. "Save a seat for me please."