She can.

Allison finds a seat near the back.

History is dry. The teacher doesn't do much to make it easier on her students.

Danny keeps things flowing by asking well-timed questions.

Well done Danny!

Danny looks a bit tired after all this engaging with the material, and its recalcitrant presenter.

Luckily, it's over.

"Hey, sorry about that. I hope your other classes today have been fine?"

"Sorry about what? Your invaluable assistance? My other classes have mostly been all right."

"That's good. Some of the teachers here miss the mark. It's not a bad school in terms of fights, or bad administration, or anything. Bullying is usually handled alright. Not great, but they're a public school. Anyway, enjoy your next class."

Allison falls into step with her when it becomes clear that they're both heading to the gym.

"Hey! That history class can get pretty boring, so I'll have to come up with some way to entertain you."

"I look forward to it," laughs Solvei.

"Hmm. I guess I can't pull out a bow in the middle of class, though it might be a good gag."

They arrive to gym. It's very exciting.

Today they're doing soccer.

"Ooh, archery. Consider me entertained," says Solvei.

Soccer! Solvei is really too short to be a good choice for team sports.

Solvei can request a medical exemption! She just needs a doctor's note and she can choose which athletic activities she'd rather do, like yoga, archery, track, maybe?

She could also, with a doctor's note, opt into first-aid training and nutrition classes.

There is still downtime to talk, and Allison keeps close to Solvei when she realizes her possible disadvantage here.

"I've always been into archery, though I was never sure why my parents nurtured the hobby. Turns out they're just kind of like that. Preparing for disaster, stockpiling weapons...my dad is kind of an arms dealer, mostly legal, and my mom works in the fashion world."

"Okay, that's a bit weird, but I'm hardly in a position to judge, my aunt makes me take all these martial arts classes despite the limited applicability of unarmed combat skills in the life of the modern teenager."

"We should start a club. Weird Combat-Obsessed Parents."

"I would love to start this club. Know anyone else who'd join?"

"Actually, no."

Definitely not the time to bring up Derek Hale. This girl is smart enough that she'll learn about werewolves any day now, so better to stall until she has the right presentation.

Hunters are dangerous but well-meaning, werewolves are dangerous but people too...

"I guess we'll think of something better. In the meantime, I have the archery club. Officially school sponsored, too."

"Ooh, officialness. Should I join that, do you think? How easy is archery for a beginner to learn?"

"It can be kind of hard to learn how to wield a bow, people usually have all the wrong intuition about how it works, but I can teach you!"

Gym class winds down.

"I'm generally in favour of learning new skills!"

"You might not want to start with the club right away. I'll tell them someone is interested, and they'll handle you based on what I tell them. I'll train you myself after school, when you have time, and on weekends. If you can get a doctor's note and I sweet talk Mr. Finstock, we can probably get permission to use gym for archery. Obviously not in the gym, but just, during the class..."

"I like this plan. This is a good plan."

"Okay. We probably shouldn't start today, and my parents can be strict, so after school won't be as good as during anyway, but maybe we can plan something later in the week. Should I call you?"

"Yeah! Here."

Phone number!

Phone number.

"I hope you enjoyed your first day in town. Have a good night! "

Students, freed from the restrictive clutch of school, go to the restrictive grasp of home.

Some of them, anyway.