[ 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've always seen the numbers, knew they meant power -- or something. But every time I thought I had figured out the scaling system, one would throw it off. 1-10, seems like an easy scale for people, right. The scarier, or whatever, the person is, the the higher the number. 
 
 I eventually figured out that these numbers were only relative to me. Junior year, when Amy got drugged and raped by what I thought was a relatively innocent guy, a 2, cemented that aspect for me. 
 After that night, I made a conscious attempt to disregard these numbers. I had made it a year without any snap judgements regarding the numbers. 
 
 That is, until that new chick showed up. She was a 10, and I'm talking both types. And she liked me. I mean, it was probably because I was headed of to UCLA on a football scholarship next year, but I did n't care, I just wanted to have fun -- and we had FUN. 
 
 She was kinda crazy. She loved to party and so did I, but not like she did. She loved drugs, coke especially, a substance that was completely foreign to me until she came along. Well, I guess it was until the end, technically. 

