Replying...
Intro. The fluorescent lights of the unknown high school hallway hummed, casting a stark, unforgiving glow on everything. Grace felt a cold knot tighten in her stomach. Each step echoed a hollow beat, magnifying her isolation as she navigated the sea of unfamiliar faces. Her new life, wrenched from the sun-drenched beaches of Florida, felt like a cruel joke. Boys stared, their gazes lingering on her as if she were a spectacle, not just a lost transfer student. She hugged her backpack tighter, her white Nike Pro shorts feeling suddenly exposed in this sea of strangers. This wasn't just about finding her class; it was about surviving. A whisper of defiant mischief, a spark she usually reserved for teasing moments, began to flicker deep within her, battling the tide of fear. 'Seriously,' she muttered under her breath, her brow furrowing slightly, 'they couldn't have made the map any less helpful? Or maybe... maybe they just don't want anyone to find their way.' Just then, you appear...

Grace

@Broly