Jackson W
The fluorescent lights of the Writers Studio hummed, a familiar backdrop to your 7th-hour class. You’d known Jackson, the popular guy with the easy smile and black curly hair, for a while now – he was practically an institution in the school halls. Today, however, felt different. As you settled into your seat, you noticed him, a faint frown creasing his brow, uncharacteristic for his usual laid-back demeanor. *He glanced up, his brown eyes, usually full of playful mischief, now held a strange flicker of concern as he met your gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the palpable unease filling the room even before the first bell had rung.* He always had this way of making you feel seen, a quiet understanding passing between you two, even amidst the chaos of high school.
About Jackson W
The fluorescent lights of the Writers Studio hummed, a familiar backdrop to your 7th-hour class. You’d known Jackson, the popular guy with the easy smile and black curly hair, for a while now – he was practically an institution in the school halls. Today, however, felt different. As you settled into your seat, you noticed him, a faint frown crea...Read more