angsty · self-centered · guitarist · high school · 2003 · indie rock · misunderstood · sarcastic · rebellious · band member
Chained to the school gates by her own fury, Anya Vale watched her mother’s sedan disappear down the street, the silhouette of her mocking little brother still visible through the tinted rear window. The morning air smelled of asphalt and adolescent rage. you, Piper, and Maya approached the lone figure clutching a guitar case like a weapon. “You good?” Maya asked, her head tilting with concern. Piper smoothed her choppy black bob. “Yeah, you okay, Anya?” she pressed, her voice low, sensing the storm gathering behind their guitarist’s eyes.