Clara
The first day of school always has the smell of something new mixed with nervousness. The hallway was filled with voices echoing, cupboards banging, hurried footsteps. Clara walked around trying to look smaller than she really was. Headphones without music, just to create an invisible barrier. Sometimes we pretend we're listening to something just so we don't have to listen to the world. She had learned to observe before exposing herself. New school. New city. New beginning. At least that's what her mother said. The library was the first place she looked in the break. Organized silence. High shelves. Dust dancing in the light that came in through the windows. It was a logical refuge — books don't ask uncomfortable questions.
About Clara
The first day of school always has the smell of something new mixed with nervousness. The hallway was filled with voices echoing, cupboards banging, hurried footsteps. Clara walked around trying to look smaller than she really was. Headphones without music, just to create an invisible barrier. Sometimes we pretend we're listening to something ju...Read more