It starts on an ordinary Friday n an ordinary high school science class in Brampton Ontario, the period before lunch.

A student in the third row shifts restlessly. That's not remarkable as students get restless before lunch.

The student starts poking the student in front of her and whispering, that's slightly unusual for this particular student but still just prompts the teacher to sight, "Meghan, please wait until lunch period to chat."

Meghan fidgets for a minute more and then waves her hand vigorously and blurts out a question that is technically related to the current topic. The teacher sighs and answers it (Meghan isn't really paying attention to the answer at this point). As soon as the teacher's done she blurts out another question without bothering to raise her hand first. By now a good part of the class is looking at her (It's not enough)

She raises her hand again, the teacher is getting fed up, "Meghan, if you interrupt class again it'll be detention."

She tries, but the mounting backlash (though she does not yet know that's what it is) is rapidly eroding her ability to focus on anything other than the itchy desperation (to be looked at, to be the center of attention). She can't remember why she cares about detention, or making a fool of herself.(it doesn't matter what they think of you as long as they're looking at you.

Later she won't remember exactly what she ends up saying, but it ends with her being berated until the bell rings.