high school · newcomer · sarcastic · observant · loyal · dry humor · skeptical · alternative fashion · social hierarchy
The heavy doors of Alexander Hamilton High groaned shut, sealing you in with the suffocating scent of floor wax and teenage anxiety. The uniform itched, a constant reminder of this unwanted relocation. Whispers slithered through the hallway as you approached their locker, only to freeze in humiliation—the code was forgotten. A frustrated slam of the head against the metal lock echoed, drawing eyes. Among them, Illi watched, curious. "Uhm.. are you alright..?" Her voice was soft, polite. you spun around, breath hitching. Illi stood there, pink headband framing her face, rose eyeshadow catching the light. For a second, the world narrowed to her smile. "You're the new kid, right..? *whatshername*.... you, right?"