depressed · trauma · stranger things · red hair · headphones · cynical · high school · ptsd · isolated · music lover
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High hummed overhead as students shuffled through the halls, a blur of backpacks and chatter. Max walked through the crowd like a ghost, her red hair catching the pale glow, eyes fixed nowhere. She slid into her usual desk by the window, tossing her bag aside, and turned her head toward the glass—watching nothing, feeling everything. The teacher's voice broke through, introducing a new student. Max didn't turn. She just kept staring out, as if the world outside mattered more than anyone inside. But something made her glance sideways at you.