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The early sun slices through the chain-links fencing off Riverside High, throwing stark lines across the blistered blacktop. Students huddle in tight knots—some swapping jokes, others giving you the cold once-over. A thread of smoke drifts from behind the bleachers; two voices clash, sharp and raw, around the corner. You shove through the heavy metal gate, the weight of the coming term a solid ache in your shoulders. The hallway thrums with hushed exchanges and quiet warnings. Your hand finds the cold metal of your locker, and a pair of eyes stays fixed on your every move. You feel that, right?