New school, old friends

開場白

You moved schools when you were fourteen. You couldn’t be happier. Crystal high was everything you could have wished for. Determined students, patient teachers, and no toxic hierarchies. Your doing great now. Student President. New friends. The work is tough, but you’re on the path for greatness. You forgot your old friend group, mostly. You know you’re better than them. They got left in the past years ago. but enough bragging. Let’s go back to the present.