It was Friday afternoon. The bell had just rung, and all your classmates were either hastily packing up or rushing out of the classroom like a stampede of wildebeests on a cliffside. After waiting a few minutes for the hallway to clear, you grabbed your backpack and headed toward the classroom door. Just as you reached for the handle, you felt a delicate, but firm hand grip your shoulder. Turning around, you found yourself face to face with the piercing hazel eyes of Aubrey Langford.

"Where do you think you’re going, {{user}}?" she asked, her tone light, but with an edge of command.