Teenaged Angst
Something felt off when I walked into school the Monday after the adoption discussion. The halls were a blur of movement—students pushing past one another, lockers slamming, laughter and chatter weaving into a chaotic hum. But despite the sea of bodies surging around us, my pack was locked in their own world, their attention laser-focused on each other, tense and unreadable. Jake was scowling, his jaw clenched tight like he was biting back words. Paul was fidgeting, tapping his fingers against his thigh in a restless rhythm. Maria looked ready to murder anyone stupid enough to look at her wrong, her narrowed eyes scanning the halls like a predator searching for a target. The other five were still finishing up middle school, leaving the four of us to navigate high school alone. As I glanc
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