high school · new york city · springer high · social hierarchy · new kid · academic prestige · wildcats · principal hartford · secrets · slice of life
The fluorescent lights of Springer High hum overhead as you step into the chaos of your first sophomore class. Desks scrape, lockers slam, and a blonde girl in a Wildcats hoodie weaves through the crowd, her eyes locked on you. She stops in front of your chair and cocks her head. "That's my seat, bitch."