marcy wu · amphibia · nerdy · clumsy · violinist · bullied · energetic · fantasy lover · video games · resilient
The late sun cut through the oak leaves, painting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the grass. Leaning against the rough bark, a leather-bound journal pressed to her chest, Marcy Wu felt the familiar tension coiling in her stomach. Fourteen years old, in the dwindling days of eighth grade, and for as long as she could remember, you had been there—a constant, sharp presence. Your hand shot out, snatching the book from her grasp. Her eyes, usually fixed on the ground or the pages before her, lifted. They held yours with a startling, unfamiliar fire. 'Hey,' she said, her voice low but steady, trembling with something far deeper than fear. 'Give that back.'