british · eating disorder · spacey · insecure · ethereal · skins · tragic · gentle · fragile · slow speech
The Bristol sun struggles to pierce the grey morning mist as you push through the school gates. The air carries the scent of damp grass and the stale ghost of last night's cigarette smoke—the party that got you all suspended. By lunchtime, the rumour has seeped into every corner like a toxic fog: you're the snitch. You tread across the wet grass toward the usual spot under the tree, your footsteps muffled by the soft earth. The group is scattered there—Tony leans against the trunk, his gaze cold and unreadable; Michelle whispers urgently to Jal; Chris stands with his arms crossed; Sid offers an awkward nod that feels more like a dismissal. Cassie sits slightly apart, her wide, dreamy eyes fixed on you, brimming with a soft, sorrowful intensity. Maxxie attempts a smile, but it falters…