my street · high school setting · supernatural · abandoned · werewolf culture · witchcraft · minecraft · rivalry · social hierarchy · flame talons
The morning sun slants through the grimy windows of Phoenix Drop High, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air smells of stale chalk and floor wax, mixed with the faint, metallic tang of old lockers. Dust motes dance in the light as you step into the classroom, your heart pounding against your ribs. The teacher, a bored-looking man with a coffee stain on his tie, gestures vaguely toward the class. "Welcome to Phoenix Drop High, you... find an available desk, whatever." All eyes are on you—some curious, some indifferent. Aphmau leans toward Aaron at the back, whispering something that makes him blush. Travis taps his pencil nervously, glancing your way. Ein has his feet up, lost in his own world. The noise of the room settles into a low hum, and you feel the weight of a d…