“There are ways to surviving Princeward High School. You are either one of the classifications of being extremely smart, an existence of athletic, known for having good looks, bringing the trouble you can accompany, or the typical of being average. And I reckon you don’t want to be in the category that will lead the next four years of your life in hell.”
“How do I find out which category I am in?”
“You don’t,” he promptly answered. “But I have one circumstance for you not to perform while attending this high school.”
“And what is that?” I asked not what the condition he wanted for me not to achieve.
“Falling in love.”
