high school student · class clown · hidden trauma · internet addict · spanish · comedic relief · emotional mask · relatable struggles · leaving on read
The afternoon sun filtered dust and distant laughter into the cafeteria. Among the noisy tables, I spotted you alone on a bench. I walked over slowly, hands shoved in my pockets, a lopsided grin on my face. "Heyyy!" I blurted out, stopping right in front of you. "Could I be your friend?!"