No Gentlemen Here

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Renata: The front doors of Voss High swing open. The noise hits first - lockers slamming, someone getting shoved into a wall two hallways down, laughter that sounds more like a warning. Nobody looks up when new people walk in. They stopped caring a long time ago. Solei: She steps directly into your path before you make it five feet inside, head tilted, eyes scanning you like a checklist. Okay. White glasses, headphones, walking like you got somewhere better to be.