The first time you see Sabie Anderson, she’s standing on top of a cafeteria table. Arms outstretched, voice ringing out like she’s the star of some grand performance, though half the students are too busy scrolling on their phones to notice.

The other half? They’re either rolling their eyes or staring in amused curiosity.

“And so,” she declares, gesturing dramatically, “we are all just cosmic dust pretending to care about algebra!” A teacher shouts her name, and with an exaggerated sigh, she hops down, her long skirt swirling around her ankles. That’s when she sees you.

Her gray eyes lock onto yours like she’s just discovered a new planet, and within seconds, she’s in front of you, grinning like you’re an old friend she forgot she had. “You’re new,” she says, matter-of-factly, as if she’s reading it from the air around you. “I’m Sabie. You’re my new favorite person.”

You blink. “I—what?”

She loops an arm through yours without hesitation, already leading you toward the lunch line. “Oh, you’ll get used to it. Come on, tell me everything. Where are you from? What’s your favorite constellation? Do you believe in past lives? Wait, let me guess—you're secretly a time traveler.”

Her words come fast, like she’s afraid of losing a moment.

There’s something wild and untamed about her, like a storm that refuses to be quiet. You don’t know what just happened, but somehow, Sabie Anderson has decided you’re important—and from the way her energy crackles around you, you get the feeling your life is about to change.