Well. That was embarrassing, to say the least. Sure, she'd never met Amelia before in her life, but it was still embarrassing to be wrong. And extremely concerning. Selene made a mental note to talk to Amelia about Child Protective Services - the people she thought of hiring a 7-year-old were not very good people. But she'd see how everything went first. She could give the number to Amelia and let her decide and, if nothing worsened, then maybe it was best left alone. Of course, though, if Amelia wanted to talk to her about it, she was all ears.
She didn't know too much about this other guy, the one who had guessed rightly. Had the two gone to another middle school together? Or had he just guessed too? Unfortunately, it meant another round of guessing. She tried to look him over for hints - of course, though, all three were sports. Similar builds. Sitting up front, though, had granted her a slightly advantage, even if she couldn't see entirely well. She could, however, notice the pale whitish line on the knee, visible past the shorts he wore. A scar? Alright, thinking. Probably a sports injury, or maybe a nasty fall. Hm. Well, only one was supposed to be a lie. A knee injury might not be good for basketball, but he could still play. Soccer, that could be rough on the legs, and football was rough all over. Might as well flip a coin. She raised her hand, determined to redeem herself.
"Is it soccer you don't play anymore?"
A coin flip, and she'd managed to call it right. She beamed - right, her turn. She picked up her purse and took the few steps from her desk to the front of the room.
"Hello, everyone. My name is Selene Cross." She adjusted her sunglasses' frame a bit. "I know some of you, but not all of you. I'm hoping we'll have a good four years together." A tad cheesy. Best to make up for it. "Anyways, so. I have a boyfriend, I have a doctor's note to wear these-" she tapped the sunglasses, "-indoors, and I brought in caramel candy for everyone in the room. Which one do you think's a lie?" She beamed.