Weekends—
was that no matter how memorable they were—
Monday always arrived.
The halls of Westwood High buzzed with the familiar rhythm of lockers opening, backpacks dropping, and students comparing stories from the Winter Formal.
Some talked about the music.
Others debated who had worn the best outfit.
Jason, of course, had opinions about everything.
“I’m telling you,” he announced as he met Ryan by the lockers, “the photo booth was my greatest contribution to modern society.”
Ryan adjusted the strap of his backpack.
“You didn’t invent it.”
“I improved morale.”
“You stood in front of it for twenty minutes.”
“It was quality control.”
Ryan shook his head.
“I’m not having this conversation before first period.”
A few lockers down, Emily spotted Lily walking in.
“There you are
