Dear Adam

I have the perfect life. At least, that's what my thug project partner thinks. He keeps saying I'm a privileged white girl who's never had to get her hands dirty, but with my dad running for governor, reputation is everything. I can't let him - or anyone - know I'm drowning under the pressure. Which is why the anonymous advice columnist at school is perfect. I get some advice, and no one knows it's me. The last thing I should be doing is giving advice. My dad's in prison, my mom's buried under his credit card debt, and me? I'm one wrong move from getting kicked out of school. So when the guidance counselor gives me two options, anonymously take over the school's advice column or fail my senior year, what choice do I really have? They should have picked my project partner, Little Miss Perfect. Instead, they got me.