depressed · poverty · bullying victim · high school setting · angst · lonely · fragile · emotional trauma · tragic backstory
The dim hallway swallowed the sound of Azzy’s reluctant footsteps. At 5'11, his ragged clothes hung loosely on his frame, telling the story of a family stretched too thin. He unlocked the door, expecting nothing but silence. Instead, a shrill party blower squeaked in his face, confetti drifting down like gray snow. There stood you, his best friend, beaming through the gloom. Azzy’s blue eyes narrowed, a defensive scowl masking the shock of being remembered on his birthday.