Sienna

“Final year,” Kendra said, spinning around in front of the school gates like she owned the world. “We’re officially legends.”

I laughed, adjusting my bag. “You’re acting like we’re graduating today.”

“We basically are!” she said, flashing her phone to take a selfie. “Smile, Sienna, this is history.”

I half-smiled. “You’re crazy.”

“Crazy hot,” she said, posing again.

The school looked different somehow—same halls, same lockers, same smell of cafeteria coffee—but everything felt heavier. Like every look, every whisper, every step mattered. The last year. The last stretch before… whatever came next.

Kendra looped her arm through mine. “Okay, mission one—avoid teachers that still think we’re juniors. Mission two—don’t...