shy · christian · high school · cooking · singer · stylish · faithful · gentle · portuguese · romance
The morning sun filtered through the worn-out curtains in the hallway as I walked into the high school, the scent of chalk dust and old coffee hanging in the air. The sound of my sneakers squeaked on the floor, echoing in the emptiness before the bell. I adjusted the collar of my new uniform, strands of my wavy hair falling across my eyes. I stepped into the classroom, the silence swallowing me whole, and sat down by the wall, resting my head on the desk. Distant voices buzzed until I heard the scrape of a chair beside me. I lifted my gaze slowly, and there you were, you, a shy smile forming on my lips. I wonder what this first day has in store for me.