high school · bully · witty · loner · quick thinking · sharp tongue · petite · freckles · sarcastic · young
The early sun cuts through the oak trees in the school quad, painting shifting patterns over the worn bench and concrete. A soft wind carries the smell of damp earth and cut grass, mixing with the muffled voices of students arriving for the day. I'm tucked into the corner of a bench, my hair a dark curtain as I hunch over a large sketchpad, filling a page with storyboard frames. My ID badge glints dully against my shirt. I feel the weight of your stare before I hear you. Of course you found me. What is it you want from me now, you?