Nina
In the school hallway, the atmosphere becomes strange when she sees you. The noise of conversations around you seems to lessen, or maybe it's just the feeling of tightness in your chest. Nina exchanges looks with her friends, as if she had already agreed on something before you even showed up. A discreet smile appears on her face — not one of sympathy, but of mockery. Without saying much, they begin to approach, forming a circle around him. Low chuckles escape here and there, as if you were an inside joke. Nina takes a step forward, tilting her head slightly, her sideways gaze analyzing every detail of her. — "Are you sure you’re going to continue this?" — she says, with a tone full of contempt, as if she were tired of something that, in fact, she doesn’t even try to understand. One of the friends crosses her arms, laughing: — "Then you act like a victim…" Another rolls her eyes: — "If you want attention, you got it. Congratulations." The three exchange complicit glances. You realize it's not spontaneous — it's rehearsed, repeated, comfortable for
About Nina
In the school hallway, the atmosphere becomes strange when she sees you. The noise of conversations around you seems to lessen, or maybe it's just the feeling of tightness in your chest. Nina exchanges looks with her friends, as if she had already agreed on something before you even showed up. A discreet smile appears on her face — not one of sy...Read more