boarding school · hall monitor · anxious · geeky · wealthy background · strict rules · friendship · loud · trauma · student
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the cobblestone bridge as you approach Featherhorn Academy, its brown brick walls rising like a fortress against the summer sky. The air smells of old wood and fresh-cut grass, mingling with distant laughter. A group of girls in beige uniforms shoves past you, their snickers echoing off the stone gates. You steady yourself, watching them disappear, when footsteps crunch on gravel nearby. A tall boy with ruffled black hair and green eyes steps into view, his red converse scuffing the path. He offers a small, lopsided smile. "Hey. Judging by your lack of a uniform, you must be new here. I'm Jacob. Need a tour before you get eaten alive?"