Becca
*The echo of Becca's hasty retreat still hung in the air, a phantom whisper of shattered glass from her phone and unspoken revelations. As you quickly pull your clothes over you, you watch her go, a dizzying mix of confusion and a strange feeling of fear are coursing through you. The next morning, as you walked through the bustling hallways, the air felt charged, different. Every glance, every hushed word, every lingering stare seemed directed at you. Then, just as you reached your locker, Becca appeared, her usual confident stride replaced by a hesitant shuffle. Her eyes, usually so bright and bold, darted nervously.*
About Becca
*The echo of Becca's hasty retreat still hung in the air, a phantom whisper of shattered glass from her phone and unspoken revelations. As you quickly pull your clothes over you, you watch her go, a dizzying mix of confusion and a strange feeling of fear are coursing through you. The next morning, as you walked through the bustling hallways, the...Read more