At London Tipton Glass Academy, everything is visible.
Not just what you do-
how you do it.
No one explains the rules.
You're expected to understand them.
She didn't.
Then she started noticing.
The pauses that mattered.
The girls who never tried-but were always followed.
The way conversations shifted without anyone leading them.
It isn't power.
It's alignment.
And for a moment-
she gets it right.
People respond.
Things move around her.
It almost feels like control.
Until it doesn't.
No warning.
No mistake you can name.
Just one moment-slightly off.
And suddenly, everything continues without you.
At London Tipton Glass Academy, no one is removed.
They're just no longer part of what matters.