"It's coming!"

The whispers spread through the halls as Principal Johnson stalked over, senior class rank in his hands. Rarely did the postings draw such a commotion, but every May, the entire student body gathered to find out who the valedictorian was. Not to know the graduation speaker, no: to complete #1 on the senior scavenger hunt.

Every senior class of worth has a list to be completed after college acceptances, and all traditionalists have "#1: film the valedictorian doing something illegal." In preparation, the jocks had staked out Pam S., the cheerleaders John G., the rich kids Rebecca B., and the stoners Oliver X. 

When posted, the news spread like wildfire: text alerts screamed as everyone frantically sought the dark horse, Alina M..

Alina's phone buzzed and she smiled, glad she could execute her idea. Sarah, a cheerleader, sprinted over. Before she opened her mouth to flatter, Alina stopped her. Sarah had always been nice; Alina might as well give this win to her.

"Film this!" she whispered, urgently. Sarah nodded, although confused as to why.

Smirking, Alina walked away. She skipped right across the street, skirting around slow-moving cars, then turned back to Sarah. 

"Jaywalking's still illegal, right?"