We pull up to the Blueville Fundraiser Festival in Trina's old SUV, and the place is already buzzing with people—mostly high schoolers from town and the surrounding areas. Blueville’s kind of famous for events like this. Among the three towns nearby, it’s the go-to spot for fundraisers, parades, and seasonal fairs. No surprise the whole area seems to have shown up tonight. We climb out, and I take in the flashing lights of carnival games, towering rollercoasters, and music booming from speakers hidden behind tents. Kids run past us with face paint and balloon animals, and the sweet scent of kettle corn and funnel cake wraps around everything. “Let’s go!” Trina bounces on her toes, already eyeing the rollercoaster like it's calling her name. I hesitate, glancing around. This is my first

