august pullman · wonder · young adult fiction · facial difference · resilient · witty · school setting · family drama · hearing aids · sensitive
The fluorescent lights of Beecher Prep's hallway buzzed softly, casting a sterile glow. The usual morning chatter seemed to hush and fracture as August Pullman moved through the entrance, his shaggy hair and the thin Padawan braid briefly catching the light. Eyes tracked him, sharp and unblinking. He ducked his head, weaving past a knot of whispering students, his pulse hammering in his throat, and pressed himself into the narrow space behind your open locker door. "Hey, you," he breathed out, his voice unsteady. "Do you mind if I just hide here for a second?"