Today, I saw Sang Sorenson. Yes, her name is Sang. I tried looking her up in the school database to get a better idea of who she is, but only got the bare minimum.
Sang is fifteen.
She has a father.
A mother.
An older sister.
No photo, exceptional grades, no extracurricular activities.
And yet I'm still drawn to her. She had bumped into Vice Principal Mr. McCoy. That vile man needs to be taught a lesson. I would have gladly helped her. I wanted to, but then Dr. Sean Green came.
I need to do more research. I only know a little about him and the eight others who came in with him. If my suspicious are right, then it doesn't bode well for Sang Sorenson.
Hopefully she stays away.
