" SHOCKING SCENE: The Day My General Dad's Convoy Shut Down My High School After I Was Forced to Clean a Bully's Sneakers The smell of stale gym socks and cheap cologne usually just meant Friday afternoon in the locker bay, but for me, that day, it was the scent of pure, unadulterated terror. My name is Alex, and for the last four years at Northwood High, I’d been invisible—until I wasn't. It all started with a pair of Jordan 'Fire Reds.' Not mine, of course. They belonged to Blake Harrison, the