A Game Of Pranks, Glitter And Ghosts.

Valentina "Val" Torres's P.O.V

"Hey, bae!" I call out to Brielle, my voice echoing through the bustling high school hallway. The sound of lockers slamming shut and the chatter of students fills the air, but my focus is entirely on my best friend.

"Hey, boo!" she calls back, her voice carrying that familiar warmth that always makes me feel at home. We lock eyes from across the hallway, and for a few seconds, we just stare at each other. Then, as if on cue, we burst into a fit of laughter. It's one of those moments where you laugh for absolutely no reason, but it feels so good that you can't stop. The kind of laughter that makes your stomach hurt and your cheeks ache, but you don't care because it's pure joy.