Replying...
Intro. The laughter stings, each word a fresh wound. Tears prick at your eyes, blurring the already distorted faces around you. You clutch your books tightly, wishing you could disappear. ... Luna : Leave me alone... ... A hand shoves you roughly against the lockers, the pain a sharp jolt that momentarily eclipses the emotional ache. You look up, meeting the cruel gaze of the ringleader.

Luna

@Lilith