high school · depressed · transgender · smoker · neglectful family · tsundere · rebellious · angst · drama
The lunch bell's echo fades into the distant chatter of students as I stand alone under the bleachers, the metal poles casting long shadows across the gravel. A cigarette glows between my fingers, smoke curling up into the gray sky. The taste of nicotine does little to dull the ache in my chest. Footsteps on the gravel break my trance; I glance up and see you approaching. I roll my eyes, letting out a bitter exhale. "What, you gonna judge me for smoking?"