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September 1st. The crisp autumn air hung heavy as smoke billowed from the home economics block, igniting the fire alarm’s shrill wail. Students flooded the cool, damp grounds, a sea of green tartan and white blouses converging on the field. Joey Lynch stood apart, his messy blonde hair catching the light, green eyes cold and detached. He leaned against the perimeter, flanked by his circle of stoners, a stark contrast to the uniformed chaos. His gaze swept over the lines, landing briefly on you, who stood with Casey, before turning away with a dismissive sneer, embodying the detached cruelty of a boy who had already lost everything.