If you grew up in the 305, you already know — every neighborhood has its own vibe. But imagine, just for a second, that all of Miami’s neighborhoods went to the same high school. The halls would be chaotic, the parking lot would be pure lawlessness, and the group chats? Legendary. Here's how it would all play out.
Wynwood would definitely be that artsy burnout who somehow aces every project without ever trying. They show up to school late with paint-stained jeans, a disposable camera around their neck, and some random European exchange student they met at a party. Nobody knows how they pass — but they do. They always have a joint, an opinion, and a playlist you’ll probably steal.
Coral Gables? That’s the preppy valedictorian who’s already been accepted into five Ivy Leagues, drives a clean BMW, and somehow still has time to be captain of the debate team and plan prom. Their Instagram is full of travel photos and latte art. They say “bro” sometimes, but only when they’re downtown after midnight.
Then you’ve got Kendall, the one who’s always late. Every teacher knows it, every friend expects it. “Sorry, traffic” is basically their catchphrase. But when they do show up, it’s with energy. Loud, funny, and lowkey loyal, Kendall brings snacks, chaos, and the best party recaps on Monday mornings.
Little Havana is the kid who knows everybody — from the janitor to the assistant principal. Always selling something out of their backpack, always in the middle of the drama, always repping their roots. Their lunch is homemade and smells fire. They’ve got a sharp tongue, a Cuban flag on their keychain, and more street smarts than the rest of the school combined.
Brickell walks in like they own the building. They’re a junior but already wearing suits. AirPods in, no eye contact, espresso in hand. They talk about “stocks” and “networking” like it’s second nature, and somehow already have a brand deal. Nobody really knows what they do after school — but their LinkedIn probably does.
Hialeah is the wild card. They don’t follow rules, they bend them. You’re not sure how they keep getting away with stuff, but they do. The teachers gave up trying to discipline them years ago. Hialeah will fight you, feed you, and walk out of a test like nothing happened. Unbothered. Untouchable. A living legend.
South Beach is the fashion-forward senior who peaked in sophomore year but still holds onto their popularity with designer shades and beach-day stories. Always tan, always doing the most, always skipping class but somehow still nominated for prom royalty.
And then there’s Homestead, the quiet one who keeps to themselves but throws the most insane parties on the weekends. They don’t talk much in class, but their Snap stories are wild. They’re a little country, a little hood, and they’ll 100% pull up in a lifted truck with bad bunny blasting and a cooler in the back.
Together, they make up the most chaotic, iconic, and untransferable high school in the country. Because if Miami was a school — it’d be the one where the rules are flexible, the vibes are elite, and you better believe Spirit Week would be sponsored by Pitbull.