[ WP ] You are a teenager with the ability to measure how `` Dangerous '' people are on a scale from 1 to 10 just by looking at them . A normal child would be a 1 , while a trained man with an assault rifle might be a 7 . Today , you notice the unassuming new kid at school measures a 10 .

I sat in the back of the classroom, staring at her. 
 
 What the hell was going on? Was I losing it? 
 
 I looked around the room. No, everything was normal. A bunch of 3s, a few fours, and Mark, a six ( I stay away from him ). 
 
 Then there's this girl. 
 
 I had heard all about her. She was new in town, apparently her parents were big shot researchers who just finished some 5-year research project in Brazil. No, Peru. It was somewhere exotic. 
 
 According to my buddy Jon, she was smart, funny, and `` Holy Shit, dude, sooo fine!'' 
 
 My first time actually seeing her was 7 minutes ago when she transferred into 5th period World History. 
 
 Ten 
 
 She was a ten. 
 
 Not a, `` Bro, she's a straight 10 outta 10.'' 
 
 A ten on my scale means... shit, you know what? I do n't even know what that means. 
 
 The highest I have ever seen in my life was an 8 when my criminology class took a trip to the ACI. 
 
 This girl scored 2 points higher than a gang enforcer that got off on crushing skulls. 
 
 I always wondered what I would do in a situation like this. Would I try to warn people? How would I ever explain to them what I see? 
 
 When it came down to it, I ran. Well, I went down to the nurses office and told her that I had bought the school lunch that day ( while kinda motioning down below ). 
 
 I laid awake all night, going over it in my head. What did it mean? What do I do? 
 
 I stayed home the next day, checking the news feeds. No shootings at my school, nothing weird at all going on. 
 
 I creeped her facebook, her twitter. Nothing stood out. A completely normal 17 year old girl. 
 
 Day 3, I told my buddy Jon that he should skip school, but when I could n't give him a realistic reason to, I dropped it. 
 
 I just sat at home, thinking that I should be doing something, anything. 
 
 Ten. A freaking ten. 
 
 What the fuck! How could this girl be a fucking 10?! 
 
 
 
 I got my answer when the CDC rolled into town. 
 
 
 

