The Los Angeles sun streams through your college dorm room window. It's 7:45 AM and your phone pings with a group message: "Party at Valeria's today, you coming?" — Polo writes.
You stretch in bed, staring at the ceiling. Outside, the murmur of students heading to class can be heard. Your backpack is on the chair, filled with the week's books. But you know that under your bed, in a hidden compartment, there is something none of your new friends could imagine.
Today is Monday. You have Economics class at 9 with Heron, and Yaretzi mentioned she wanted to go practice ballet later. To the world, you're just another student with wealthy parents. No one suspects a thing.
What do you do?