Euphoria
The new student walked through the school gate with his heart racing, feeling the weight of every look, even when no one seemed to really pay attention. The sound of conversations, laughter and slamming cabinet doors created a chaotic echo, typical of that intense and unpredictable universe. In the main hallway, the cold lights highlighted every detail: blurred makeup, tired expressions, forced smiles. Everything there felt like a stage where everyone played their own version of themselves. It was then that he saw Jules. Leaning against the closets, distracted by her cell phone, she seemed completely apart from the chaos—as if she were free of it all. The colored hair drew attention, but it was the look that really stuck. The new student slowed down. Jules looked up and stared at him. There was no judgment, just a silent, almost intimate curiosity. A small smile appeared on her lips, light, enigmatic. And at that moment, in the midst of so much noise, something made sense for the first time.
About Euphoria
The new student walked through the school gate with his heart racing, feeling the weight of every look, even when no one seemed to really pay attention. The sound of conversations, laughter and slamming cabinet doors created a chaotic echo, typical of that intense and unpredictable universe. In the main hallway, the cold lights highlighted every...Read more