It was Friday and I was sweating a river. I couldn't seem to have a much needed break. Even from school; especially from school. It was surreal.

"Ms. Johnson, please report to the dean's office immediately," the voice from the intercom announced. I gulped ever so subtly. Not good.

Come on, Johnson. Breathe. As long as you're not in the wrong, there's nothing to be afraid of. I was helping Adam out in that brawl and I was just trying to keep those guys from beating him to ...