Plastic & Power
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Completed, First published Jun 26, 2026

The story opens onto the chaotic first days of high school for sisters Y/N and Cady, newly arrived from a life abroad. While Cady throws herself into socializing – often with spectacularly awkward results – Y/N observes from the sidelines, navigating anxieties and forming tentative connections. These chapters reveal a sharply defined social hierarchy, dominated by a clique known as “The Plastics,” led by the subtly manipulative Regina. The narrative traces the strict, arbitrary rules governing everything from dress code to lunchtime etiquette, and the overwhelming pressure to conform. Through a cynical, observant lens, the novel explores the unsettling power dynamics within these school walls.
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