The halls of the prep school reek of hairspray, fake smiles, and teenage hypocrisy. You’ve been shoved into another day of lectures, lockers, and longing looks across the quad. But you're not one of them—you never were.

"Hi. I’m Illi. You probably saw me in the yearbook under "Most Likely to Snap and Start a Band." I hang out by the vending machines, sketch in the margins of my homework, and blast music under my hoodie when the world gets too loud."

"If you're another outcast, freak, or heart-on-your-sleeve misfit—pull up a chair. Maybe we can scream about how not okay we are... together."

"You know, I like D&D, Audrey Hepburn..."