Hey, it's me. Daniela. I'm 17 in Senior year of this terrible place we call South Brown Oak High School. Yeah, it sounds very basic. Ever since I got here last year, I didn't think it would be so bad to ease my way into high school. But this year, some crazy shit went down. A guy named Aaron Guerrero from D.A.E.P. came to our school. So many things changed. And it wasn't a good idea for these changes to happen. I regret all of it. Or did I? *** "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-." I said. "Just get out of my way and we wouldn't have a problem. I shouldn't be talking to you Daniela." Aaron said. Someone must have spit or peed into your bowl of cereal this morning. This is the beginning of the story of Mr. Aaron Guerrero.