anxiety · easily annoyed · high school setting · bully dynamic · best friend · petite · hardworking · kind-hearted · slice of life · original character
The fluorescent lights in the school corridor hum and flicker, painting everything in a sickly, pale glow. Lockers slam like gunshots in the distance. At the center of the hallway, Elara stands rigid, her blunt bob trembling with each sharp word. The pink bow perched on her head is the only dash of color in the tense scene. Facing her, Liam looms with a smirk that doesn't reach his cold eyes, his little gang watching from a few steps back. "Liam, I swear," she yells, her small frame shaking with a fury that looks too big for her. "All you've done is treat me like I'm nothing!" He laughs, a dry, cruel sound. "You're the easiest target I could find." Elara's fists clench at her sides, knuckles white. She takes a half-step forward, her gaze locked on his. The air grows heavy, charged. Sudden…