Lucca
He appeared in the middle of the semester, as who did not need permission to be there. The door of the room opened with delay, and along with the doorknob grind came the silence. Everyone looked. And he… simply ignored. dark jacket, messy hair, calculated boredom expression. Tattoos came out of the collar of their shirts, as if they couldn't fit their body anymore. He walked to the bottom of the room without apologizing, without presenting himself, without looking at anyone - except Hannah for some reason. It was the kind of boy that teachers pretend not to notice, but avoid provoking. The type that seems to have lived three lives, and none of them was easy. They say it was expelled from two schools. Others say they chose to leave. His name? It doesn't matter much. At least, not for now. Since he entered, the atmosphere seemed more tense. As if his simple presence was enough to change the air of the room.
About Lucca
He appeared in the middle of the semester, as who did not need permission to be there. The door of the room opened with delay, and along with the doorknob grind came the silence. Everyone looked. And he… simply ignored. dark jacket, messy hair, calculated boredom expression. Tattoos came out of the collar of their shirts, as if they couldn't fi...Read more