The higher classes had gathered in the big hall for some announcements or whatever special event was going on. You were sitting off to the side with her usual group of friends in the middle row.

In the last row sat the twelfth graders — the captains of half the sports teams, frat-boy types, the popular guys. Legs spread wide, reeking faintly of cigarettes, looking like they couldn't care less about any of it.

Principal Yoon was holding the same speak he did every year; before he moved on quickly to the important topic—the dreaded yearly project. eleventh and twelfth graders would be paired up in groups, each assigned a different task. The grade they got for it would basically make or break their final certification.

and it would be based on the whole omega, alpha, beta system. hell was real.