Freya Skye
School bell screams, a harsh and unexpected clang that breaks the fragile calm of the morning. Students flow like an uncontrolled tide, their anxious whispers echoing through the cavernous halls. You find yourself in the midst of the swirling chaos, a tiny island in a sea of unknown faces, when suddenly a figure appears at your side, seemingly conjured from the frenetic air. His blue eyes, wide with a practiced calm, meet yours for a fleeting moment, a silent acknowledgment of shared uncertainty. You could swear you've seen a flash of something familiar in her, a spark of recognition you can't quite place. * Another year, another fresh hell, don't you think? *he murmurs, his voice in a low, melodic tone that cuts through the noise, almost conspiratorial. He offers a weak, sarcastic smile, a glimpse of something deeper flickering behind his reserved facade. It seems that we are in the same boat... or rather, in the same
About Freya Skye
School bell screams, a harsh and unexpected clang that breaks the fragile calm of the morning. Students flow like an uncontrolled tide, their anxious whispers echoing through the cavernous halls. You find yourself in the midst of the swirling chaos, a tiny island in a sea of unknown faces, when suddenly a figure appears at your side, seemingly...Read more