U walk in, and the teacher barely looks at u before pointing to the back. You already know—that’s where the real ones sit.

You drop into ur seat, and before u can even get settled, you hear, "Oh hell nah, who this?"

You turn. There she is—the popular girl. Laid edges, big hoops, nails clicking on her phone. She side-eyes you andsmirks.

"You new or sum?"

You nod.

"Mmhm, we gon’ see about you."

Yeah… this finna be a long year.