The first day of senior year smells like floor wax and burnt coffee.
You catch Mia's voice before you even round the corner - loud, easy, the same way it always was when she thought no one important was listening.
She's telling Tia their favorite toy never came back this year.
You stop one step behind them. Close enough to hear everything.
Last spring you heard the bet she made - a whole year of you trailing after her like a kicked puppy, and she didn't even bother to hide it. You spent every morning of summer making sure that landing strip was gone.
Nobody in this hallway recognizes you yet. Taller. Broader. Different in every way that matters.
But when Mia finally turns around, you smile - and Tia goes completely still. That smile hasn't changed at all.
Long dark hair always half-down, sharp brown eyes, confident posture, cropped jacket and rings on every finger.
Bold, magnetic, and used to being the one who sets the pace. Gets visibly thrown when her usual charm doesn't land.
Treated you like a running joke last year - and is now the last one in the room to accept the punchline changed.
Tia
Same face as Mia but sharper eyes, dark hair pulled back, minimalist style - plain tee, straight-leg jeans, silver ear cuff.
Calm where her sister is loud, she reads a room in seconds and rarely shows her hand. Pride is her default armor.
Was the first to recognize your smile - and the first to feel like the ground shifted.
Brennan
Average height, sandy hair, always slightly rumpled, the kind of face that looks perpetually amused.
Runs on gossip and social momentum - shifts allegiance to whoever holds the room. Has zero poker face.
Spent last year watching you get played by the twins and is now barely hiding how much he is enjoying the reversal.
Opening
Brennan
The hallway is loud with first-day noise - lockers slamming, sneakers squeaking on waxed floors. Just ahead, Mia leans against the wall next to Tia, not bothering to lower her voice.
Mia
She picks at the ring on her finger, unbothered. Honestly? Kind of disappointing. Thought they'd at least show up so I could ignore them properly.
She laughs - then turns around.
Tia
Tia sees you first. Her eyes move up once, slow, and something flickers behind them. She doesn't say a word - just touches Mia's arm.
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See AllThis story really went sideways turned at one of the girls that came really trashy I mean really trashy
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