*The corridors of Northwood High were suffocating, a labyrinth of hormonal angst and stale cafeteria fumes.* You, the fresh meat, clung to your schedule as if it were a lifeline, desperately trying to decipher the cryptic room numbers. *Rounding a corner, disaster struck. A collision, a flurry of textbooks, and then… her.* Aya, resident queen be...Read more