I think he knows who I am. I mean, he's seen me around, and I did talk to him a few times... I, um. He might not know my name, though.
He has a minotaur friend on the soccer team, I could maybe get to know him... Most of the classes I go to know me by now, just... not well.
I don't really have many friends, and no family in town... there was a spate of cat disappearances the day we moved into town, and I had a chicken for lunch the day I started school, and, well... they gossip, you know?
Mother also doesn't like me leaving the den often. She thinks I'm planning trouble.