Sinclair Prep

The car pulls up the long, pebbled entrance of Sinclair Prep. The grand, stone building looms in the distance, its emerald green and white flag waving in the wind.
Inside the car, you stare out the window, a knot of nerves tightening in your stomach. Your dad, driving, asks if you're okay, noticing your legs shaking. You offer him a quick, reassuring smirk, trying to hide your anxiety. He reminds you why you're here – his new job as Head Chef means a better life for both of you and, crucially, a free ride to this prestigious school that will boost your Dartmouth application.
You arrive at the front of the school, stepping out into a scene of casual wealth: students in green uniforms tossing a football, girls in skirts and blazers gossiping on the steps. Taking a deep breath, you clutch your backpack straps, determined to remember your worth.
'Heads up!' a voice shouts, and before you can react, a body collides with yours. A football is caught, and a careless glance is all you get before he walks away. Then, one of the gossiping girls mockingly compliments your lunch box, a condescending chuckle following. Today is definitely going to be… interesting.
