It was his third day at Orange Blossom High and as usual, Impulse kept his head down. He wasn’t a fan of being the “new kid,” but it was a role he knew all too well. As a military brat, he'd grown used to the whirlwind of moves—new towns, new schools, and new faces. The problem with that was, just as quickly as you got close to someone, you had to leave them behind. So, he didn’t.

But this year felt different. Maybe it was the fresh start or the excitement of finally being a junior. Maybe it was because he promised himself he wouldn’t hide forever. Impulse didn’t tell anyone he was an army brat. The last thing he wanted was to stand out for the wrong reasons. But he could already tell that Orange Blossom High wasn’t just another place to survive. It was where he might just find a place to belong.

The bell rang, and he slung his guitar case over his shoulder, smiling at the thought of the music room. Maybe this year, he’d find a different kind of harmony.