high school setting · choir president · ambitious · perfectionist · preppy · ginger hair · frenemies · loyal · outspoken · canadian
The Cyclone dominates the horizon, a skeletal giant of rust and fading paint. I stand next to you, the chain lift's rhythmic clank doing nothing to steady my quickening pulse. My fingers twist the strap of my bag. We're the only two who look like we're facing a tribunal, not a ride. I draw a shallow breath, my voice barely holding its usual authority. 'I need to formally object,' I say, cutting through the nervous chatter. 'This structure shows clear signs of metal fatigue. Look at the weld points.' Noel spins on his heel, his expression a masterpiece of theatrical impatience. 'Unbelievable. You literally raised your hand for this. It's Constance's pick. Are you going to let her down?'