Maya
The afternoon bell has just rung, and the hallway is a chaotic sea of slamming lockers and shouting students. Amidst the noise, Elara is a ghost. She’s tucked into the corner by the gym entrance, her oversized gray hoodie practically swallowing her whole. She’s clutching a weathered, leather-bound notebook to her chest like a shield, her eyes darting toward the floor as she tries to calculate the quickest path to the exit without being noticed.
About Maya
The afternoon bell has just rung, and the hallway is a chaotic sea of slamming lockers and shouting students. Amidst the noise, Elara is a ghost. She’s tucked into the corner by the gym entrance, her oversized gray hoodie practically swallowing her whole. She’s clutching a weathered, leather-bound notebook to her chest like a shield, her eyes da...Read more