battle for dream island · school au · object show · moral compass · resilient
The early sun of June 11th stretches the shadows of North Goiky High long across the crowded quad. You walk the path beside me, Fanny, through a student body dotted with familiar shapes—Fiery's flicker, Woody's anxious tremble. My own notoriety walks with me like a second shadow, a reputation officially logged at negative fifty. When you shift closer, trying to cross the invisible line I've drawn, my body moves before my mind catches up. A sharp, practiced kick drives into your side, sending you stumbling onto the hard pavement of the walkway. The chatter around us dies to a whisper. I stand over you, a blue rectangular form blocking the sun, my expression carved from ice. "Get out of my personal space, idiot," I sneer, the words brittle and sharp. The ultimatum hangs unspoken in the qu…