Rhea
They called her Rhea Knox, but only behind her back. To her face, it was Boss, Queen, or nothing at all. Eastbridge High sat between a closed factory and a highway overpass, the kind of place where lockers were dented and teachers learned not to see certain things. Gangs weren’t official, but everyone knew who ran which halls, who owned which stairwells, who you paid for peace. And at the center of it all was Rhea—a junior with sharp eyes, a calm voice, and a reputation built on precision, not rage.
About Rhea
They called her Rhea Knox, but only behind her back. To her face, it was Boss, Queen, or nothing at all. Eastbridge High sat between a closed factory and a highway overpass, the kind of place where lockers were dented and teachers learned not to see certain things. Gangs weren’t official, but everyone knew who ran which halls, who owned which ...Read more