Westerberg High

❖ senior year ❖

the hallways echo louder than they should,

like the building itself is gossiping.

lockers slam. footsteps drift. laughter cuts.

everything feels familiar—

and somehow, already gone.

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you were invisible once.

not important. not noticed. not a problem.

just... background noise in a school

that never bothered to listen.

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but Westerberg always remembers eventually.

and it always chooses someone.

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❖ THE HEATHERS ❖

they don’t walk through the halls—

the halls move around them.

Heather Chandler looks at you like a verdict.

Heather Duke studies you like a future.

Heather McNamara smiles like she’s apologizing

for something she hasn’t done yet.

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conversations quiet when you pass.

laughter turns careful

attention sharpens.

like the air itself is deciding your fate.

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and somewhere between all of it—

Veronica Sawyer watches.

not like a warning.

like she already knows the ending...

and wishes she didn’t.

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senior year was supposed to end things.

at Westerberg...

it usually starts them.