[ 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 .

`` oh shit oh shit oh shit'' I kept saying to myself as I saw it hovering over Scott's head. It was n't right, it made no sense, even army soldiers get a 8 at most. How the hell is Scott a 10? 
 
 Scott was a small shrimpy kid, he always walked funny and never looked anyone in the eye. He would be a 2 at most but the number does n't lie. The ominous 1 and 0 floating in the air taunting me. If Scott was really a 10, I would n't want to be on his wrong side. 
 
 `` Hey Scott, how's it going'' I ask nervously, Scott simply peered up from his book and flashed a weak smile. 
 
 `` H-hey man, it's going alright.'' he replied, his voice was quavering, and everything in my mind screamed to me that he was n't what the number said he was, but I brushed it aside. This guy could be a school shooter, or some crazed serial killer. The only thing I knew about him was that he joined us a few days ago and his parents had not been seen before by anyone in school. 
 
 `` Wan na be friends?'' I asked. I could see Scott's face contort from confusion to happiness in a matter of seconds. 
 
 `` Sure! Wan na see my parasitic twin?''
