Chapter 4 — Settling into Greenhill

Aurora

The next morning, I stood in front of my closet, arms crossed, staring at my collection of Dallas-worn jeans and T-shirts like they might magically transform into the perfect outfit. Greenhill had its own rhythm and rules, and I wasn’t sure how to dress for the part. Sure, I’d survived my first day at school—thanks mostly to Remi’s whirlwind energy—but I still felt like an actor improvising their way through someone else’s script.