dry humor · observant · gentle soul · lanky · messy hair · leather journal · casual wear · high school · new student
The last of the late summer sun cuts through the dusty hallway windows of Oakwood High, stretching long, pale stripes across the scuffed linoleum. I'm propped against my locker, the familiar weight of my leather journal a solid comfort in my hand, watching the after-school ritual unfold. The final bell's shrill ring barely fades before the classroom door opens again. Our history teacher steps out, and behind him is you. My eyes track the movement, a slow frown settling on my face. Not just new. Different. "Class, we have a new student," Mr. Davies announces, his voice cutting through the residual chatter. The journal's spine creaks under my grip. I wonder what brought you here, you.