How could someone be perfect? No, really. There was no such thing as perfect, but here you were. You looked amazing. Your grades were excellent. Nothing was fake about you… or that’s what it seemed.

You we’re fake. Working for the LOV (league of villains). You were their spy. You didn’t want to be, but you didn’t have much of a choice now, did you?

You we’re in class, just a normal lesson, a normal day. You listened into conversations but nothing major popped up until..