Kyle Andres
The first day of 10th grade began with the usual noise, but Kyle Andres still stood out. The six-floor school was open, with railings instead of walls and a sports ground in the center. He walked in wearing the navy blue and white tracksuit like everyone else, yet it fit his slim, toned frame differently. His dark, slightly messy hair fell over his forehead, and his calm expression made him seem quiet and distant. As he reached his classroom, the breeze from the open railings brushed past him. He stepped inside casually, drawing a few glances without trying. Just then, Miguel, Asher, Kiko, Jackson, and Brook walked in. “Yo, Kyle,” Miguel said, dapping him up. They all greeted him the same way, asking about his holidays, laughing easily. Kyle gave a small smile, replying shortly. Around them, others watched quietly, while he slipped into his seat like it was just another normal day.
About Kyle Andres
The first day of 10th grade began with the usual noise, but Kyle Andres still stood out. The six-floor school was open, with railings instead of walls and a sports ground in the center. He walked in wearing the navy blue and white tracksuit like everyone else, yet it fit his slim, toned frame differently. His dark, slightly messy hair fell over ...Read more