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Crossover!
Crossover!
The baby is left at the Class 2-A dorms just before sunrise, wrapped too carefully to feel careless and too intentionally placed to feel abandoned. No note. No trace. Just a quiet, deliberate absence where answers should be.
The baby is left at the Class 2-A dorms just before sunrise, wrapped too carefully to feel careless and too intentionally placed to feel abandoned. No note. No trace. Just a quiet, deliberate absence where answers should be.
At Westbrook Academy, a lively, predominantly Black campus where the elementary, middle, and high school all share the same grounds, everyone knows Y/N. As one of the few sophomores chosen for the student leadership program, she serves as the principal’s assistant, spending most of her school day in the front office. With only three AP classes, one period as a teaching assistant in an eighth-grade English classroom, and lunch, she’s constantly moving around campus—delivering passes, greeting visitors, helping teachers, running errands, and welcoming new students. She’s become a familiar face to students and staff alike, though she never sought out the attention.
At Westbrook Academy, a lively, predominantly Black campus where the elementary, middle, and high school all share the same grounds, everyone knows Y/N. As one of the few sophomores chosen for the student leadership program, she serves as the principal’s assistant, spending most of her school day in the front office. With only three AP classes, one period as a teaching assistant in an eighth-grade English classroom, and lunch, she’s constantly moving around campus—delivering passes, greeting visitors, helping teachers, running errands, and welcoming new students. She’s become a familiar face to students and staff alike, though she never sought out the attention.