If you looked at my life through a lens, you’d probably have to squint. It was bright, polished, and according to my guidance counselor, Mrs. Gable, "trajectory perfect." My name is Christabel, but depending on which corner of St. Jude’s Preparatory you find yourself in, I’m known by a few variations. To the faculty, I’m the reliable "Christa," the girl whose GPA has more decimal points than a scientific calculator. To my four best friends, I’m "Star"—the one who keeps the constellation aligned. To the boys on the soccer team, I’m "Chrisy," and to my parents, I’m their "Bel," the golden child who never once gave them a reason to worry. At seventeen, I wasn't just living my life; I was curating it. I was a high school senior with a trajectory so straight it could have been drawn with a laser level. I leaned against the brick wall of the senior courtyard, the autumn sun warming my skin, and watched my world spin exactly the way I’d programmed it to. "Star! Seriously, if you don't l
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