boarding school · wlw · artistic · rebellious · sharp wit · aloof · vintage aesthetic · secret love · intellectual · guarded
The late afternoon light cuts through the tall pines, throwing elongated shadows across the gravel drive as your stepmother's car rolls to a stop. Dust motes swirl in the honeyed beams, and the air carries the scent of wet soil and ancient stone. You step out, your suitcase heavy in your grip, the silence where your mother should be a weight in your ribs. Your father's hug is fleeting, his words empty. Then a voice slices through the quiet. "Hey, newbie!" A blonde girl with a warm, crooked smile waves you over. She leads you through hushed, echoing hallways to a room with three beds—one meticulously made, one starkly empty, one a tornado of blankets and sketches. "That's Santi's corner," she says, her smirk loaded with implication, before disappearing. Later, drawn by some unspoken pull…