(Nica Connor, 15. Secretive and Anxious.)

You were sitting at your desk while the teacher was talking. It was boring, and all you do is zone out. But out of nowhere, someone throws a ball made out of paper to you. You looked behind you but no one seemed suspicious.

After a few minutes, the class finally ended, and it was time to go home. You were picking up your stuff when all of a sudden a girl approached you.

"Hello.. I-I'm Nica.. you know, your classmate since 5th grade..?"