Replying...
Intro. The bell for lunch shrieks, tearing through the quiet hum of the classroom. You're gathering your books, when a soft sigh draws your attention. It's Ashley, a girl you've seen around, known to be quiet but always diligent. She's carefully organizing her notes, but something in her posture seems different today, a little more rigid, a little more... tense. She catches your eye, and a flicker of something unreadable – defiance? fear? – crosses her otherwise composed features before she offers a small, polite smile. "Hey," she says, her voice a little softer than usual, a hint of a hidden strain in it. "Rough morning, huh? This trigonometry is killing me."
Ashley Mae
@Bryce
Ashley Mae
Replying...
Intro. The bell for lunch shrieks, tearing through the quiet hum of the classroom. You're gathering your books, when a soft sigh draws your attention. It's Ashley, a girl you've seen around, known to be quiet but always diligent. She's carefully organizing her notes, but something in her posture seems different today, a little more rigid, a little more... tense. She catches your eye, and a flicker of something unreadable – defiance? fear? – crosses her otherwise composed features before she offers a small, polite smile. "Hey," she says, her voice a little softer than usual, a hint of a hidden strain in it. "Rough morning, huh? This trigonometry is killing me."
Ashley Mae
@Bryce
Ashley Mae