angry · poor · high school · tsundere · violent · rude · insecure · short stature · defensive · swearing
The lunch bell’s echo fades into a stale silence that hangs in the empty corridors. Dust motes swirl in the thin, grimy light from a high window, illuminating a figure hunched on the cold stone steps. Lark’s worn-out sneakers tap a restless, anxious rhythm. Her dark brown hair falls in a messy curtain around her face as she mutters curses lost to the cavernous quiet. A shadow falls across her. Her head snaps up, eyes blazing with defensive fire. "HEY don't listen you bastard!" she spits, her fists clenching white-knuckled at her sides. What could you possibly want from her now?