[ 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 .

The first day of class was always boring. It was my senior year, I knew the rules and I knew what to expect. I slept through the science teacher's syllabus speech. The guy was a two, a freakin two, newborn infants are a one. He was n't going to say anything to me, he did n't have the balls. This was just first period and I could already tell it was going to be a long day. 
 
 I looked around the room. Numbers flashed above my classmates heads. Four, three, six... nothing surprising, pretty standard scores I would say. Lunch was were the real action was. That would be my first opportunity to look over the freshman. It was always interesting though seldom surprising to see people's scores. In truth, a normal person could do this almost as effectively as I could. The outliers are the ones you have to watch for, that is why I'm here. 
 
 The lunch bell rang at eleven forty-five. Showtime. I chose a seat with an excellent view of the door to the cafeteria. As the freshman started filing in numbers began to flash. Six, three, three, one ( holy crap ) four, two, ten... Ten? I blinked and rubbed my eyes, the number ten was still there, hanging above this kid's head like a neon sign. 
 
 I stood and started towards him. I had to make contact. The council would want to know his name. As I made my way across the cafeteria I froze, a terrible thought entered my head. What if this kid was like me? Impossible, people like me are never supposed to meet one another. We are not allowed to know our own potential. There must be something else... 
 
 I approached from the side, I could n't risk startling him. 
 
 `` Excuse me'' I said. 
 
 He turned and smiled, `` May I help you''. 
 
 His number dropped. Never before had I seen someone's number drop. It was almost certainly impossible. For the second time that day I doubted my ability. I was now staring at a cheery-eyed three. 
 
 I opened my mouth to speak but in that moment a biscuit hit the kid in the head. I turned and saw a group of sophomore athletes sitting at a table nearby laughing. They were no threat. A table of fives having fun at someone else's expense. 
 
 I looked at this ten turned three and saw the number begin to rise. Four, five, six... all the way to ten. His face had turned red and he was trembling slightly. 
 
 `` You never told me your name'', I said, hoping to distract him. 
 
 Without removing his eyes from the table of sophomores he responded, `` Anakin.'' 

