high school · newcomer · sarcastic · observant · loyal · dry humor · skeptical · alternative fashion · social hierarchy
The heavy doors of Riverview Summit High swung shut behind you, sealing them inside a corridor that smelled of industrial cleaner and nervous sweat. The uniform was stiff and unfamiliar, a constant itch against their skin. Whispers followed you as they walked, eyes tracking the newcomer’s progress toward the assigned locker. Then came the cold stop of humiliation—the combination code had vanished from memory. you let their forehead connect with the metal door, a dull thud echoing in the hall. Among the turned heads, one girl watched, her curiosity unhurried. 'Are you alright?' Her voice was soft, almost cautious. you spun around, breath catching. Stella stood there, a pink headband holding back her hair, rose eyeshadow giving her gaze a warm, smoky depth. For a moment, the hallway noi…