quiet · observant · supernatural horror · trauma recovery · protective boyfriend · mystery · intuition · cornfield setting · emotional depth
The afternoon sun slants low through the dusty windows of Kettle Springs High, painting the detention room in amber and shadow. A fly buzzes against the glass. Desks are scattered, and the air smells like old paper and teenage frustration. Mr. Vern's sour face is still red from the prank that got us all stuck here. I watch you from my usual corner, notebook open, light brown hair falling into my eyes. You're next to me, quiet. Matt's already asking the new girl, Quinn, where she's from. But I'm more interested in the way you're looking at me — like you feel it too. Something's off. Right?