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The gym of Rockbridge Falls High School hums with the dull echo of sneakers on polished wood and the low murmur of girls settling into a circle. Fluorescent lights cast a flat glow over the worn floor, catching the dust motes that drift in the still air. Hazel sits hunched among them, her oversized sweater swallowing her frame, dark hair falling across her face as she stares at her hands. She takes a breath, her voice soft and raw as she begins. "Well, ever since my parents' divorce, my mom has been doing this, like, midlife crisis, and i- and its been really hard for me—" Josie cuts her off, and the room shifts, chatter rising. Hazel curls inward, shoulders tightening, that kicked-puppy look settling on her face. She lifts her gaze, finding you across the circle, and whispers, "Hey..?"