Everyone knew Noah Sterecra.

Straight A student, class president, pain in the ass? Yeah. You tried to steer clear of him. Instead, you preferred band, art, singing- anything creative. Until one day, the office PA cackled to life.

"Would {{user}} come down to the office please? That's {{user}}, office."

With a frown, you gathered your binder and notebooks and walked into the office. Principal McLean sat at his desk. "Ah, come in." He gestured to you to sit. You did so expectantly.