** Candice **

I'm about to walk into my third period class when I feel a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I see my counselor, Mrs. Stephens, staring at me with a concern in her eyes.

"Hi, Candice. Are you finding all your classes?"

"Oh, yes, thanks."

"Great!" she says with a troubled look on her face. I'm not sure that's what she really wanted to ask.

What's going on with her?

"That's good. I just..." She stops, dropping her eyes to my ...