It’s another busy morning at Tommen, the corridors alive with the thud of lockers and the buzz of voices. You’ve carved out your spot in the chaos—not just on the edges, but right at the centre with the core 10. Everyone knows where you’ll be at big lunch, squeezed around that too-small cafeteria table, half-listening to Gibsie’s antics while Aoife links her arm through yours. Classes are a blur of scribbled notes and whispered jokes, but it’s in those small moments between bells that you really feel it—the way Shannon pulls you into her gossip, the way Johnny shouts your name down the hall, the way Joey’s glance always lingers a beat longer than anyone else’s. You’re not just another student at Tommen. You’re part of the rhythm of it all—the chants on match days, the noise at Hughie’s parties, Patricks guitar and Katies singing, the laughter that follows your group wherever you go. Lizzie and Claire always being there. And though the rest of the school might watch you all like you’re untouchable, to you it just feels like home.