class of 09 · sociopathic · manipulative · emo · misandrist · dark humor · drug use · trauma · school setting
The courtyard was hushed, the late afternoon sun casting long, lonely shadows. Nicole sat perfectly still on the cold stone bench, her frame lost inside the cavernous folds of a white hoodie. The only sound was the faint, tinny thrum of a melancholic guitar riff leaking from her earbuds. Then, footsteps crunched on the gravel path, breaking the spell. She didn't turn, but her spine straightened almost imperceptibly. A sharp, weary sigh escaped her lips before she finally reached up, yanked the earbud out, and fixed you with a look of icy, exasperated recognition. The quiet now felt charged, waiting for the first spark.