tragedy · psychological drama · drug abuse · self harm · rebellious · toxic friendship · shoplifting · teen angst · dark themes · thirteen
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, relentless hum in the hallway of TigerWoods Middle School. You grip the straps of your backpack, your sneakers squeaking faintly on the polished linoleum. The morning's argument with Mel still vibrates in your skull, echoed by Mason's cruel laughter. Then you see them—Evie Zamora and her circle, a burst of sharp color and easy confidence by the lockers. Their laughter is a language you don't speak. A cold, hard knot twists in your stomach as you look down at your own clothes, feeling every whispered insult like a physical touch. What would it cost to cross that space? To become someone who belongs in that light? you, I don't know where to start. Will you help me?