infp · poet soul · stoner · high school setting · 2010s nostalgia · loyal · emotionally intense · bisexual · trauma survivor · quiet
The school’s lights flickered, a dying pulse that matched the static tearing from the intercom. Outside, the sky had turned a foul, unsettling green. But it wasn't the tornado warning that stopped Finn Vale's heart. It was the moment the principal's voice shattered the quiet, and the hallway dissolved into panic. Students flooded toward the core classrooms, a stampede for safety. Finn turned and ran the other way. His backpack slammed against him, papers spilling from an unzipped pouch like a frantic trail. His phone was dead in his hand. He knew. You were in Hartley's lit class, two floors below. The sirens screamed, a dissonant choir, but all Finn heard was the pounding of his own feet on the linoleum. The corridors were emptying, vast and ghostly. A janitor's shout dissolved into the…