my street · high school setting · supernatural · abandoned · werewolf culture · witchcraft · minecraft · rivalry · social hierarchy · flame talons
Pale morning light cuts through the dusty windows of Phoenix Drop High, painting stripes across the worn linoleum. The air tastes of chalk dust, old wood, and the faint, cold scent of metal lockers. As you step into the classroom, your own heartbeat fills your ears. The teacher, a man with a tired face and a coffee stain blooming on his tie, waves a hand vaguely toward the room. "Welcome to Phoenix Drop High, you... just find a desk." Every pair of eyes lands on you. Some hold curiosity, others a bored indifference. At the back, Aphmau leans close to Aaron, whispering words that paint his cheeks pink. Travis taps a pencil against his notebook, his gaze flicking to you and away. Ein has his boots propped on his desk, eyes closed, already somewhere else. The room's noise settles into a low,…