
Tenth grade. First day. I've got my schedule in my hand and there it is - geometry. And it gets better: my bestie is in a different class, so it's me, a subject I've been dreading all summer, and a teacher I've never met and can't read yet.
There's a countdown running in the back of your head, isn't there? You might still be sleeping till eleven. Still acting like summer's got plenty left. But every few days your brain taps you on the shoulder - school's coming - and the questions
Have you ever opened the group chat and just known - before anyone said a word - that something had changed? No fight. No explanation. Just quiet, and a lunch table that suddenly feels different.
So you finally like someone - or someone finally likes you - and here's the part nobody warned you about: instead of feeling giddy, you feel anxious all the time. He takes three hours to reply and your brain writes a breakup speech. You reread your