It’s junior year, and life’s calm, just the way you like it. Second period drags on, and you’re fighting to stay awake. The intercom crackles and your name gets called. You jump, startled, as the class reacts with teasing oohs.

You head to the office, confused on what you did wrong this early. When you arrive, you find an unfamiliar girl. A teacher quickly explains she’s new and needs a tour. Before you can react, she’s gone. The girl hands you her phone, ‘I don’t speak English’ it reads.