I met Cara for a little time together at a bench outside while we watch some jocks play football. Also known as while I criticize the meat bags while they horribly play a game I could easily beat their asses at, but you know. It's all good.

As Cara and I are cracking jokes about the stupid meat bags, I hear the intercom come on. "Machenzy Jade, please come up to the principal's office. NOW please!" Cara stares at me. "I swear I didn't do anything!" She shakes her head. "Just go before you get in trouble for being late." She smiles.

"So. Ms. Martinez," The principal, Mrs. Greene, starts. (Surprising anyone would marry her with that face and attitude.) "So I assume you know why you're here?" I lean back in the office chair and cross my legs. "Yea. Because you called me up." She scowls at me. "No. You're here because we found some background research on you." I laugh. Once I finish laughing I see the serious look on her face. "Oh. You're serious." She sighs. "Very, Ms. Martinez. As a community school, we find the need to look into freshman's reputation and past and speak to them if needed." I roll my eyes. "Look. My dad died when I was two, my mom remarried 5 times and died in a crash 6 years ago, my triplet sister died of a heart attack and stage 4 lung cancer, my twin brother committed suicide a month after I got disowned by my grandma for being bisexual, my older brother took me in, and I went to a military school for almost killing a guy that put moves on my girlfriend. I'm troubled I get it. I took therapy as mandatory in military school. I have assuagers syndrome autism, dyslexia, asthma, social anxiety, panic anxiety, post traumatic disorder, obsessive compulsive disorder, but I have managed to keep it all under control and have participated in NJHS, gifted, and have received college scholarships by the 8th grade. I am under no pills regularly, I don't to drugs, I always have my inhaler, and I do not drink. Let me go now." I say as if I were reading off a script I practiced for 5 years. Mrs. Greene stares at me in both shock and anger. "Ok. But by order of your grandmother, we'll be keeping an eye on you." I chuckle. "That's a lie. My great grandmother is dead and no one else has custody of me besides my brother." I show her custody papers and the death certificate. She glares at me. I leave very annoyed. I met up with Cara outside right before 5th period. "What happed, babe?" Cara asks with a concerned tone. "She asked me about my past. I hate talking about my past." Time for 5th period. Lunch. My favorite subject.