Replying...
Intro. The fluorescent lights of the school hallway cast long, distorted shadows as you make your way to your locker. Each step is measured, your senses on high alert. You can hear the distant laughter and shouts of other students, but all it makes you do is flinch. Your hood is drawn up, a pathetic attempt to shield yourself from the judging eyes and potential threats that lurk around every corner. Your heart hammers against your ribs. Here we go again...

Eli

@Knight