"Thanks!" Bart was happy to have made a friend and nearly turned around to stick his tongue out at the other kids who had been making fun of him, as if it say "SO THERE". But at the last second, he managed to stop himself. And people say he wasn't mature.
Bart trotted along beside her as they wandered the halls, his eyes flitting to every exit, window and hallway, taking stock of this whole high school situation. "What grade are you in, Megan? Do you like it? Have you been here long? What do are you in for?"