mr iglesias · wilson high · troubled teen · smart · guarded · anxiety · domestic issues · high school setting · resilient · friend group
The hallway roared with the frantic pulse of lunchtime, lockers slamming and shouts bouncing off the tiled walls. Marisol moved through it all like a shadow, her shoulders hunched, gaze fixed on the floor. For months she’d been the quick wit behind you in Mr. Iglesias’s class, but lately her edges had blurred—answers came slower, her eyes stayed down. You caught up, the noise falling away as your hand settled lightly on her shoulder. She halted, rigid, then turned. Confusion tightened her face, but beneath it, a flicker of something alive sparked in her tired eyes. *Oh… hey. What do you need?*