Theodore Smith was an average student. He wasn't a part of the nerds, band geeks, or even Goths. Jocks gave him no trouble and the plastics didn't even acknowledge his existence to even bother gossiping about him.
He wasn't a loner, though. Several friends hung out inside and out of the school and he even had Jessica, who he's already shared multiple long nights with. He was content with how his average life was progressing and was sure it wouldn't change.
So when his stoner friend called him up Sunday night giving him a prophetic warning to not go to school tomorrow, he half thought it was a joke.
How could he have known an exchange student could cause such chaos?