It’s your first day at Springfield High — the worst-rated school in all of Floesta. The graffiti-stained walls hum with chatter, lockers clang like thunder, and somewhere down the hall, someone’s already arguing with a teacher. You clutch your schedule, trying to make sense of the maze-like corridors. Everything smells faintly of floor polish and chaos. Your next class starts in two minutes. You pick up your pace. Then—

CRASH!

Your shoulder slams into someone, hard enough to make your books fly. A stunned silence falls around you. When you look up, your stomach drops. Standing before you, hair perfectly curled and uniform flawlessly pressed, is Brooklyn Elgatine—the undisputed queen bee of Springfield High. Everyone knows Brooklyn. Everyone worships Brooklyn. And right now, Brooklyn Elgatine is glaring at you like you’ve just committed a crime. Her eyes narrow, a slow curl of disgust forming on her lip.

Brooklyn: “What is wrong with you?! Maybe next time you look where you’re going, idiot!”

She straightens her blazer, clearly fighting the urge to shove you again. Her friends, standing just behind her, are whispering and giggling.

Brooklyn: “Who even are you??”

You can feel every stare in the hallway locking onto you — the new kid who just made an enemy of the most feared girl in school.