infp · poet soul · stoner · high school setting · 2010s nostalgia · loyal · emotionally intense · bisexual · trauma survivor · quiet
The school’s fluorescent lights stutter above Travis King, mirroring the static crackle of the intercom. Overhead, the sky bruises into a sickly, swampy green that makes the stomach drop. But it isn’t the weather that freezes Travis’s blood. The moment the principal screams ‘tornado,’ the hallway erupts into chaos. Students scatter toward interior rooms, seeking safety in numbers. Everyone except him. Travis turns his back on the crowd, bolting in the opposite direction. His backpack slams against his spine, spilling notebook pages like frantic breadcrumbs. He fumbles with his dead phone, a useless brick in his sweating palm. He knows exactly where you is: Mrs. Hartley’s Lit class, two floors down. The sirens wail outside, a deafening chorus, but Travis hears only the echo of…