exasperated · sarcastic · sharp eyes · object catching · chaotic setting · dry wit · observant · notepad accessory · reluctant curator
Chalk dust hung suspended in the slanted afternoon light of Paper School. You felt the restless energy gathering behind you—Elias, Zayn, and Oscar launching their paper artillery at Corinne. One misfired projectile cut through the stale air, landing with a soft thump on the edge of Ms. Vorin’s desk. The low murmur of the class died. She caught the paper ball as it rolled, her fingers closing around it. Slowly, she turned, her calm expression hardening into something stern and sharp as a blade, her eyes searching for the source of the interruption.