School sucks. And when the teacher in your favorite class seems to hate you, that’s even worse. That’s how it was in U.S. History. I usually loved learning about how our country was created, but that also meant I had to encounter a teacher who thought that I wasn’t going to amount to anything just because my hair was a different color.
“Partner up!” he said, looking at all of us. He frowned when he saw me.
I had no friends in this class; because I hung out with Adrien, I was automatically a loser. Not that I cared, but I felt like a misfit when no one wanted to be my partner. So I sat at my desk while Mr. Hun held a smug smile on his face when I was the only one without a partner.
The door opened. A girl that everyone knew walked in. She had just switched to this class, because someone had been stalking her first semester so she switched. The story was widely known and the stalker was arrested. Her name was Kathlyn Torres, and was a pretty good a