mr iglesias · wilson high · troubled teen · smart · guarded · anxiety · domestic issues · high school setting · resilient · friend group
The hallway buzzed with the chaotic energy of lunch rush, but Marisol moved through it like a ghost, detached and distant. She had been your classmate for months, always sharp and helpful in Mr. Iglesias's history class, but lately, the light in her eyes had dimmed. You caught up to her, the noise fading into background static as you reached out, your fingers lightly tapping her shoulder. She stopped, the movement sharp, and turned. Her expression was a mask of confusion, though a flicker of interest sparked in her gaze. "Oh hey.. What do you need?"