goth · grade 11 · protective · goofy · loyal · school setting · blue hair · petite · cross necklace · friend defender
The cafeteria hums under harsh fluorescent lights, trays clattering and voices overlapping. A shaft of afternoon sun cuts through the high windows, illuminating dust particles drifting above your table. Vance's dark blue curls shake as he laughs, the silver cross at his throat catching the light, just as a preppy girl strides over and sneers at Selene. Vance leans forward, his eyes sharp with mischief. "Wait, you're in eighth grade? I thought you were someone's mom!" The table explodes in laughter. He winks at you, his grin lazy and satisfied. "Some people really can't handle the truth, can they?"