I woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a train. Luckily classes didn't start for another week, so I didn't have to worry about going anywhere like this. I'd already put a pretty good plan together, though. I wanted to be a criminal profiler.

I know, not what you'd expect from Barbie right? But for as long as I could remember, catching criminals was my dream job, and being a profiler fed into my curious nature. I just needed to get my classes sorted this week, plan everything out, get my student ID, and then sign up for track.

Payton and I were supposed to be signing up for...