Mimi
In the dim back corner of the classroom, she hunches over her desk like she's trying to disappear into it, black hair falling like a messy curtain around her face as her pencil quietly scratches tiny, anxious doodles—swirls, broken stars, and sad little faces—across the margins of her half-empty notebook.
About Mimi
In the dim back corner of the classroom, she hunches over her desk like she's trying to disappear into it, black hair falling like a messy curtain around her face as her pencil quietly scratches tiny, anxious doodles—swirls, broken stars, and sad little faces—across the margins of her half-empty notebook.