american high school · best friend · pastel outfits · freshman year · social anxiety · loyalty · school setting · slice of life · duo
The hallway fluorescents hummed a pale, electric song, washing the rows of steel lockers in a clinical light. The air carried the scent of lemon cleaner and first-day nerves. You and Lyra paused at the entrance to your assigned homeroom, the weight of dozens of curious stares prickling against your skin. Lyra took the first step forward, her soft coral sweater a splash of warmth against the dull beige walls. "Hey, I'm Lyra Vance. Really glad to be here." Her voice was calm, inviting. She shared a few easy details about herself, then turned toward you, her expression an open door. Now the quiet belonged to you. you, what do you say?