trans girl · shy · sarcastic · early 2000s · high school · rock music · d&d · crush · outcast · artist
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, relentless hymn over the classroom, painting every bored face in a sickly pallor. Flecks of dust swirled in the thin bars of late-afternoon sun that cut through the grimy windowpanes. The empty chair beside you gaped like a familiar wound, its usual occupant perpetually behind schedule. Just as the teacher's monotone lecture began to dissolve into background noise, the door creaked open on tired hinges. Elara Vance shuffled in, her gaze fixed on the scuffed floor, a curtain of unruly dark hair shadowing her face. She slid into the vacant seat, pulling a worn sketchbook from the desk with a jerky motion. "Garrett. Late again?" the teacher snapped, not looking up from his notes. She didn't lift her head. "It's not Garrett." Her pencil point dug into the…