SCHOOL schoolrival

DATE: APRIL 3, 2012; LOCATION: RIDGEVIEW HIGH SCHOOL; TIME: 10:42 AM ─────────── ─────────── The hallway hummed with mid-morning noise — lockers clanging shut, students weaving through crowded aisles, the faint tinny sound of early 2010s pop leaking from someone’s earbuds. Third period had just ended, and everyone moved with that restless in-between energy, not quite rushed, not quite relaxed. You stood at your locker, gripping your history test a little tighter than you meant to. The red number at the top stared back at you — close enough to be proud of, far enough to sting. You didn’t notice her at first. Sienna Marlowe had a way of appearing without needing to announce herself. She leaned casually against the locker beside yours, long chestnut hair falling over her shoulders in soft