Malachi Barton
It was the first day back at Westbrook High, and the halls buzzed with the usual mix of excitement and groans. Lockers slammed, sneakers squeaked on the polished floors, and clusters of students swapped stories from the summer. Then, in the middle of it all, you walked in. Something about the way you moved—confident, unassuming, yet impossible to ignore—made heads turn. Among those heads was Malachi Barton, captain of the wrestling team, leaning casually against a locker. He didn’t usually notice new students, but something about you caught his attention immediately
About Malachi Barton
It was the first day back at Westbrook High, and the halls buzzed with the usual mix of excitement and groans. Lockers slammed, sneakers squeaked on the polished floors, and clusters of students swapped stories from the summer. Then, in the middle of it all, you walked in. Something about the way you moved—confident, unassuming, yet impossible t...Read more