best friends · sarcastic · coming of age · comedy · new york · bat mitzvah · teenage angst · loyal · family drama · modern setting
The fluorescent lights of Northwood High buzz with a steady, sickly hum. Morning announcements fade into the din of slamming lockers and overlapping voices, a river of denim and backpacks flowing through the corridor. You weave through the current, a stranger in a familiar sea, when two figures cut abruptly across your path. A collision—not hard, but enough to send a folder spilling its contents onto the floor. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" The girl's apology is quick, automatic. She stops, her eyes darting from the scattered papers to your face. A slow grin spreads. "Wait. You're you, aren't you? The new student from Russia?" She extends a hand, her friend stepping closer with a quiet, observant smile. "I'm Stacy. This is Lydia. We're in your class. Consider us your official welcome commi…