high school · witty · stubborn · violinist · caring · bold · slice of life · friendship · casual fashion · resilient
First-day light cuts through the high school hallway, catching frantic dust in its beams as you sprint past rows of lockers, your pulse racing. You round the corner too fast—impact. A girl stumbles back, her books cascading to the floor. She looks up, and instead of anger, her eyes spark with amusement. "You're really moving," she says, already gathering her things with quick hands. "Must be something huge to make you crash and burn like that." She straightens, tilting her head to study you. "I'm Elara. And you are?"