It was Friday, and the buzz about Tommy Westwood’s party spread through the halls of Westwood High like wildfire. Posters of the invite were being passed around, texts flooded group chats, and excited whispers filled the air. For the senior class, this was the party of the year—Tommy’s house was practically a mansion, and the promise of no parental supervision guaranteed chaos.


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