POV: Samira James
The morning sun felt aggressive as it hit the windshield of my car. Tuesday was usually my most productive day, a mid-week peak of checked boxes and completed assignments, but today the air in the Saint Trenton High parking lot felt charged with static. I pulled into my usual spot and sat there for a moment, my fingers tapping a restless rhythm against the steering wheel.
"Are we going in or are we just staring at the asphalt?" Amanda asked. She was already unbuckling her seatbelt, her eyes darting toward the school entrance with predatory interest.
"I am gathering my things." I said. I grabbed my bag from the back seat and stepped out into the humid morning air.
Novia climbed out of the other side, adjusting the strap of her tote. She looked at me over the roof of th
