When you are heir to the throne of a consortium of planets renowned for their backstabbing politics (literally, except, no, that would be too straightforward, and really not painful or crazy enough for them. It would be something more like...poisoned hair pins shoved into your kidney during a waltz which you would then have to finish before seeking medical attention because stopping in the middle of the dance would offend at least a dozen people who would then also try to kill you) you kind of get a sixth sense for when someone is contemplating murdering you horribly while also smiling at you and being rather nice.
So today in geometry Aly Turner leans backwards, smiles at me, and says "Allana! We missed you at practice the past couple weeks. You know what we should totally do? We should totally have you do some stunts today! You can be the flyer! We're just so glad you're finally back."
So I'm pretty sure I'm going to be dropped on my head and then stepped on after school today. It's been nice knowing all of you. Kon, you're in charge of feeding Daisy.