It was just another Monday. You woke up, got ready, and went to school. Nothing out of the ordinary there. Well, other than you, but that’s a given.

First period was normal, and so was second. So far, so good—just a math test you probably flunked because you suck at memorizing formulas. Third period… oh boy. That’s when things got weird.

You were sitting in your English class like usual, same back-row window seat with a front-row view of the high school parking lot. That’s when you noticed a few black vans pulling in—no license plates, no markings, nothing. You side-eyed them for a moment, but kept your head down and went back to typing your essay on some random Shakespeare play you’d already forgotten about.

Then a group of people in black suits stepped out, followed by more people in military-esque gear climbing out of the back of the vans like this was some covert action movie. A few of them took longer than the others, almost like they were grabbing something important.

They didn’t seem to notice you, so you just kept working on your essay. When you glanced back again, they were gone. The vans were still there, so they’d probably gone inside. Realistically, they were probably just cops here to cart some guy off to juvie for fighting or getting caught with a vape.

It wasn’t until you got called to the office in the middle of class that you realized this wasn’t just another arrest.