SSA Declassified

      As I approach the Vice President and our GCAM-S—the student who texted me last night—Donovan calls me over, his phone in hand. As a precaution, I brought two phones today, just in case they ask to scan my texts. "Ethan, do you know what number this is?" "No. Who is it?" "This wasn’t you?" "No."       My heart is thumping. If the 10th grade doesn’t know yet, our plan can still be pulled off. If this doesn’t reach President Allison and jVn, we should be good. Only a few people know about the plan, so if worst comes to worst, SSA can scrap it, shred the files, and not get caught.     I walk toward the GCAM-S area and ask them a simple question. "Okay, remember to keep this down. Oh, and where were y’all last night?" Summer looks confused. I try to keep my voice to a whisper while I lay out the new plan. "Summer, I need a picture of you." I take out my phone and snap a blurry shot with Summer partially obscuring her face. ...

     I arrived at school bright and early today. With a game scheduled for tomorrow, Kaia and I hoped we could make some profit. We were fresh off a brutal three-game road trip.        According to my script for GNN, "The Hawks traveled 300 miles in three days." I planed on showing some clips of our shooting on screen, but the behind-the-scenes footage was terrible. One of the lines stated, "GCA's defense held BCA to five points in the second half, outscoring them." While technically true, this omitted that the final score was 60-11, and they played their backups in the second half. During that same game, the extremely loud cheerleaders chanted "miss it for me, baby" during our free throws. Fake news was alive and well.        On the domestic front, SSA needed to learn more about our new students, particularly the S in GCAM-S. Things had been tense with Summer lately. Though crush-related tensions were rumored, SSA had preemptively ...