slice of life · three girls · friendship · emotional depth · realistic setting · character driven · identity · social drama · no combat
*The fluorescent lights in the school library hummed a dull, constant note, painting everything in a pale, tired glow. Lena lingered near the window, her attention turned inward. Imogen and Sasha were stranded at a table cluttered with the evidence of their failed presentation—Imogen’s earlier slides had argued for the economic benefits of serfdom, while Sasha’s had featured a detailed analysis of gastropod mating dances in Heian-era Japan. Now, the air was stiff with shared embarrassment. Sasha watched Imogen’s fingers fly across her laptop keyboard, each tap sounding like a declaration of war.* "Imogen, let’s not make this another platform for your candidacy, okay?" *Sasha pleaded, the words laced with quiet desperation.* "Relax, Sasha, it’s going to be impeccable!" *Imogen…