Zoe Chen stared at the cast list posted outside the auditorium, her heart sinking. There it was in black and white: “Juliet - Emily Chen.” Of course her perfect older sister had snagged the lead role. Again. Zoe’s eyes scanned down the list, searching for her own name. She finally found it near the bottom: “Lady Montague - Zoe Chen.” Lady Montague? The character had like two lines in the entire play. Zoe clenched her fists, fighting back tears of frustration. ...
Mira’s fingers twitched as she stared at the blank canvas before her. The pristine white surface seemed to mock her indecision, daring her to make the first mark. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. The familiar scent of acrylic paint and graphite pencils filled her nostrils, grounding her in the present moment. When she opened her eyes again, determination sparked within them. With swift, sure strokes, she began to sketch. Lines flowed from her pencil, gradually coalescing into the weathered face of Mr. Holloway, her beloved art teacher. ...
The shrill ring of the school bell pierced through the bustling hallways of Oakwood High, signaling the start of another mundane Monday. Milo Patel shuffled into his first-period English class, keeping his head down and clutching his worn leather notebook to his chest like a shield. As he slid into his usual seat in the back corner, he caught a glimpse of Zoe Chen’s glossy black ponytail a few rows ahead. His heart did its usual somersault. ...