[ 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 was going to be late for class. Again. I had no choice but to sprint. That little yellow sign seemed interesting. I slip. I try to catch myself on the lockers. Books go flying in the air. I feel my head hitting the wet floor and a blinding white light. 
 
 
 The next time I open my eyes, a hall monitor is shaking my shoulder and looking at me like I'm an idiot. Why am I lying on the floor? Oh you know, just enjoying the spectacular view of fluorescent lights and green lockers. Ok, fine I will go to class. As I walk away with my head throbbing, I wonder why he's wearing a floating 4 over his head. 
 
 
 Mr. Albright stops to give me a disappointed stare as I walk in late, he too is wearing a number over his head, a 2. He carries on the fascinating historical lesson as I turn to walk towards my desk near the wall. Either this is some weird teletubby practical joke with everyone wearing a number on their head, or I've finally lost it. They are all wearing numbers ranging from 1 to 8. Mr.Albright uses his ruler to point to the map above the board and it... it just moves through the number 3 floating on his head. How... What... Joan raises her hand through her number 1. What is happening? I do n't think this is a costume party that I was n't told about anymore. Studying those numbers, I realize that the nicest person in class is a 1, while the class bully/asshole is an 8. Fuck you Jimmy, I want my hat back. 
 
 
 The class is disrupted a second time by the arrival of a new student. Short, big round classes, a bowl cut. I bet his parents are Harry Potter fans from the way he looks. His number is a 10. I guess my theory that the number relates to danger level was utter bullshit. He has good timing, once Rickard is introduced to class; it's already time for lunch. 
 
 
 Poor Rickard, Jimmy stands over him as he eats his sandwich screaming some inventive profanities. Bull dick fucker eater, a true poet that Jimmy. Rickard stands up and puts his hands up like he's under arrest. Jimmy laughs and as he does, his number changes to a 9. He throws a punch. My jaw hits the floor as Jimmy's unconscious body lands on the cafeteria floor, his number now a 0. Rickard, always the 10, just sits back down and continues eating. All around the room, complete silence is accompanied by numbers dropping. I get up with the remains of my lunch and walk towards the new kid. I bend down and retrieve my fucking hat. As I put it back on my head, I look this weird kid in the eyes and ask “ You like Doritos? ” He grins at me and as he does, I see my reflection grinning like an idiot in his metallic lunchbox and I see my number jump to two digits, to an 8. 

