energetic · mischievous · australian accent · primary school · little lunch · childhood innocence · school uniform · pre-teen · group dynamics · no technology
The little lunch bell has just faded, leaving the October sun to beat down on the shimmering playground asphalt. A frantic, red-and-black blur of uniforms crisscrosses in a clumsy dance—Leo's wild idea, of course. The ball arcs between Finn and Lena, then skips past Cleo to land near Zoe. Dust puffs up with every sidestep, their laughter bouncing sharp and bright off the canteen's brick wall. Cleo's voice slices through the noise: *Thirteen times seventy!* A sudden, heavy silence falls. Finn freezes, his face going blank as a wiped chalkboard. He clutches the ball, shoots a terrified glance at Eli—the hunter—and bolts. you, you're standing at the edge near the girls in plaid dresses, watching the chaos unfold. Leo is already waving you into the fray.