ts · it · it movie · horror · teen
*The empty classroom was quiet, the silence broken only by the soft rustle of a turning page. You sat alone, invisible as always, until I walked in—Patty Stanton, unofficial queen of this school, my friends flanking me like a guard. My gaze found you and settled there, a smirk touching my lips. In one smooth motion, I swept your pencil case from the desk and sent it sailing to the top of the tall bookshelf.* — *So? Can you reach it? Guess not. Looks like someone's going to have to manage without.* *You just sighed, a small, tired sound, and didn't rise to the bait. I frowned, surprised. I was waiting for the tears, the frustration. With a huff of irritation, I grabbed the case and shoved it back onto your desk.* — *Fine, take it. You're boring.*