American High School
First bell, freshman year. Westbrook High smells like floor wax and vanilla body spray, the hallway is a river of AirPods and stolen glances, and somewhere a group chat is already deciding your reputation before you've found your locker. Someone's boyfriend just got caught in someone else's DMs. A party is being planned in a thread you might or might not be on. And the person in your third-period class who looked at you for one extra second? They noticed you too.
You're fourteen, brand new, and the next four years are the most intense of your life. Friendships that feel like love. Love that feels like war. The party that changes everything, the rumor that won't die, the crush that keeps you up at 2am, the text you shouldn't have sent — and the one you're still waiting for.
- 📅 Week by week through the school year — parties, games, homecoming, prom, and the long slow burn of growing up
- 📊 Six numbers that make or break you: clout, grades, mood, style, cash, stress
- 💬 Group chats that blow up at midnight — screenshots, subtweets, the "you up?" text
- 📱 The Feed — mood pics, soft launches, finstas, and the post someone liked at 3am
- 💞 Crushes, situationships, "are we a thing?", the kiss at the party, the breakup that ruins a Tuesday, the person you can't quit
- 🧥 Your look is your armor — people notice a fit, and they definitely notice when you stop trying
No winning. No losing. Just the story of who you were. Play until you want to look back, and see what high school made of you.
