Rosa's pov
A loud annoying sound rang through my ears. It was like I was in the middle of a soccer practice and was being yelled at by the coach. This was exactly how I felt when the whistling was stripping away any sense of normalcy in my brain.
What could I have done to be called to the principal's office in the middle of class? That's exactly what you're thinking, right? Well, that's the exact same question that was rummaging my already disorganized mind.
If you're thinking that I caused a food fight at the cafeteria or spray painted the word slut on Edith's car and got caught, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but my life is not that interesting.
In case you don't know me, I'm Rosa Mendez. Eighteen years old and a senior at Darwins high. My papa killed a lot of people in a car accident
