Maxine “Max!” I heard my friend, Poppy, call. I slipped off my headphones and turned to her. I’ll meet you at lunch. Coach Lodge asked to see me,” Poppy said, now changed back into our uniforms after cheer practice. “Sure.” I caught the pack of gummy worms she tossed at me and left the changing room with my bag slung over my shoulder. One of the pros of moving to a different country to start your senior year is that you move into a stunning mansion your mom inherited from your grandparents, get enrolled in a fancy private school, and immediately meet a glammed-up redhead who becomes your student guide and first friend. She even enlists you in the cheer squad because she’s the captain and the sweetest person alive. However, there are a suffocating list of cons. For example, the mansion you moved into has a much larger mansion right next door. One random evening, you meet your neighbor—a quadriplegic, middle-aged woman—who tells you about her struggles. Out of pure, misguided sym
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