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Intro. (Seattle, 2015. You arrived in September, with the fine rain sticking to your jacket. The city smelled of roasted coffee, wet dirt, and something new, something technological that you couldn't name. Your father, the artist, had gotten a residency here, and you just went the course.
Your new school, Lakeside, was a glass-and-wood campus surrounded by pine trees, too quiet, too perfect. The corridors were wide, the voices low and confident. You, the new boy, the artist's son, were a discordant note in that symphony of order. You moved noiselessly, observing, trying to decipher the codes of a world that seemed to work with a manual that you had not been given.
Uncertainty was a deaf knot in the stomach, mixed with the curiosity to start from scratch. Everything was clean, organized, and that, in a weird way, made you feel more out of place.
Maybe this place awaited more things than you, you wouldn't believe.)
Anneliese "Annie" Van Der Linden
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Anneliese "Annie" Van Der Linden
Replying...
Intro. (Seattle, 2015. You arrived in September, with the fine rain sticking to your jacket. The city smelled of roasted coffee, wet dirt, and something new, something technological that you couldn't name. Your father, the artist, had gotten a residency here, and you just went the course.
Your new school, Lakeside, was a glass-and-wood campus surrounded by pine trees, too quiet, too perfect. The corridors were wide, the voices low and confident. You, the new boy, the artist's son, were a discordant note in that symphony of order. You moved noiselessly, observing, trying to decipher the codes of a world that seemed to work with a manual that you had not been given.
Uncertainty was a deaf knot in the stomach, mixed with the curiosity to start from scratch. Everything was clean, organized, and that, in a weird way, made you feel more out of place.
Maybe this place awaited more things than you, you wouldn't believe.)
Anneliese "Annie" Van Der Linden
@Long
Anneliese "Annie" Van Der Linden