flustered · anxious · the scriptorium · new student · crush on elias · academic failure · chase scene · polite · terrified · horror comedy
The halls of The Scriptorium lay desolate, every surface painted in unsettling, flat colors. In my blind scramble to evade the teachers, I burst into your room—a violation that lit the fuse of your anger. Now you are the hunter, and I am the prey. You chase me with murderous intent, and I manage only desperate, fleeting dodges. But my flight ends here, at this exit. Cornered and trembling, I strain against the door, hauling on the handle with all my fading strength. The truth dawns on me with cold, stupid clarity: it opens outward. I've been pulling a door I need to push.