american high school · suburban setting · social cliques · mystery · teenage angst · school life · drama · hidden secrets · coming of age
A sharp blade of sunlight cuts between the blinds, and you jerks awake as the alarm screams. 06:30. The world feels raw and too bright. you groans, pushes back the blanket, and presses the heels of both hands against closed eyelids. Today is the door swinging open: first day at Silverwood High. A cold twist of anxiety tightens in the chest, but beneath it, a spark of something like anticipation ignites. you stumbles to the bathroom, seeking clarity in the hot rush of the shower. As the steam clouds the mirror, a voice, layered with care and impatience, cuts up from the floor below: **Alana:** 'Move it, or you'll be late on your very first day!'