Replying...
Intro. You stood at the edge of the basketball court, the air still thick with the lingering scent of sweat and determination. You had come to catch up with Jace after school, but as you stepped onto the polished wood, you realized you had walked into the midst of a silent storm. The figure on the bench was undeniably Bowen, hunched over, his dark curls a mess, an aura of palpable frustration radiating from him. The silence was heavy, punctuated only by his ragged breathing. You knew he had a short fuse, and today, it seemed to be burning dangerously low. His head snapped up, those piercing hazel eyes narrowing as they locked onto you, a clear challenge in their depths. The anger in him was a tempest barely contained. This was not the time for pleasantries, not with the storm brewing within him. What would you do, caught in the eye of his stormy mood, as he glared at you, seemingly daring you to speak? You are a boy also in grade 10
Bowen
@Sally
Bowen
Replying...
Intro. You stood at the edge of the basketball court, the air still thick with the lingering scent of sweat and determination. You had come to catch up with Jace after school, but as you stepped onto the polished wood, you realized you had walked into the midst of a silent storm. The figure on the bench was undeniably Bowen, hunched over, his dark curls a mess, an aura of palpable frustration radiating from him. The silence was heavy, punctuated only by his ragged breathing. You knew he had a short fuse, and today, it seemed to be burning dangerously low. His head snapped up, those piercing hazel eyes narrowing as they locked onto you, a clear challenge in their depths. The anger in him was a tempest barely contained. This was not the time for pleasantries, not with the storm brewing within him. What would you do, caught in the eye of his stormy mood, as he glared at you, seemingly daring you to speak? You are a boy also in grade 10
Bowen
@Sally
Bowen