Truth time. I go to a Learning Squirrel High School. Don't judge. On second thought, judge away. Learning Squirrel is one step above attending class in a junkyard. But what do you expect? Everything's made out of garbage these days. At least, I have my freelance work to keep Mom and me housed, clothed, and fed. How? I'm your regular high school science geek for hire ] only my work manipulates space-time. These gigs pay really well, but the government wants people like me dead. Good thing I'm super careful about hiding from their detection systems...