Monday morning arrives crisp and clean.
Bri stands in front of the mirror, considering the version of herself that looks back: Lunebrook blazer, white shirt, navy slacks, and the bone-white Jordan sneakers catching the light. Hair in defined curls, pulled back from her face with a few tendrils hanging down.
The uniform says student and the sneakers say style.
Her schedule is clipped to a slim folder: Calculus, Honors English, Chemistry, and Civics, alternating with Praxis Prep/History of the Moonbound, Pack Law, Healing with Herbs, and Traditional Combat Tactics, with an optional scrimmage at the indoor court after last bell. She tucks the folder under her arm, steps out of the apartment, and almost collides with Sera in the hallway.
“Ride?” Sera says, already grinning.
“Always. But,
