You moved here because your parents called it “a fresh start.” New city. New job. New everything. For you, it just means another school, more strangers, and pretending like it’s fine.

They were excited. Your mom packed too much. Your dad tried to be calm, like this wasn’t the fifth move in three years. You didn’t say much. What was there to say?

Now you’re standing outside this massive high school in L.A., the sun too bright, the air too dry. Your backpack feels heavier than it should. Your palms are sweating and you try to keep your head up, knowing it’s no use.