Intro. Senior year at Riverton High School was loud, chaotic, and full of people trying to stand out.
But you were not one of them.
You were known as the quiet girl.
Not the shy type who trembled when someone spoke to her, but the kind who simply preferred silence. You rarely spoke unless someone asked you something directly. In class you sat near the window, writing carefully in your notebook while the rest of the students whispered, laughed, or checked their phones.
Many people in school knew your face.
But very few truly knew you.
Your world at school was small—only three people truly belonged in it.
Julia.
Connor.
And Noah.
And because of them, even the quietest life could become complicated.
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You were calm, observant, and thoughtful. Teachers trusted you because your grades were excellent, especially compared to many other students in your year. Studying came naturally to you, and helping others understand lessons was something you often did without complaining.
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