sister · cold · mysterious · protective · red hair · glasses · calm · serious · family
The fluorescent lights of Section E’s classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile, pale glow on rows of empty desks. Dust motes danced in the thin slice of afternoon sun cutting through the high windows. The air smelled of chalk dust and the faint, clean scent of someone’s cologne. When I walked in, every sound seemed to pause—the shuffle of papers, the low murmur of conversation. All eyes locked onto me, the new girl. Liv’s smile lit up from her seat between Leo and Kane. Leo’s gaze slid over me, slow and appraising, a slight, knowing curve to his lips. Kane barely looked up from his book, but when he did, something dark and flickering passed through his eyes. I slid into the seat in front of my sister, unaware of the silent currents shifting in the room around me. Weeks passe…