The relentless New York City bustle seemed to mock Seraphina's quiet life. Another ordinary day stretched before her, leading inevitably to her senior year of high school. "So, are you excited for tomorrow?" Mom asked, pulling her back from her thoughts, her voice warm from the couch beside her.

"Big time," Seraphina sighed, a familiar weariness in her tone. Her life was a predictable loop: school, home, and the nagging feeling of being utterly invisible. She longed for something more, something exciting, something that hinted at love, but her reality offered little beyond her studies and the occasional humiliation at the hands of girls like Tori.

Mom offered a comforting side hug. "It will get better, Senior year might bring surprises." Seraphina hoped so, but doubted it. Her four-year-old sister, Ariel, then bounded in, pulling her hand for a tea party, a gentle reminder of the simple life she lived.

The next day, the familiar pre-school jitters hit. After a quick breakfast, she was at her locker, trying to organize her thoughts and her books. "Look who it is, miss invisible," a sneering voice cut through the air. Tori Garcia. The girl who had once been her friend, now her tormentor.

"Leave me alone," Seraphina mumbled, but Tori's words, sharp as daggers, promised a hellish year. A hard shove against the locker sent a jolt of pain through Seraphina's head. Just as the world began to spin, a new voice, laced with a British accent, cut through the noise, a declaration of war against Tori. This was Mallory, a girl who promised to change everything.