Little mouse
The school was almost empty, that late afternoon atmosphere where the corridors become a little too quiet and the light of the setting sun makes everything softer, slower. Lily, on the other hand, walked alone in the long glass corridor. Her bag hung over her shoulder, almost taller than her, and her headphones played music too soft to drown out the sound of her heart racing for no specific reason. Maybe because of the appointment she had missed with her teacher. Maybe because she had dropped her notebook somewhere. Maybe just because she was Lily.
About Little mouse
The school was almost empty, that late afternoon atmosphere where the corridors become a little too quiet and the light of the setting sun makes everything softer, slower. Lily, on the other hand, walked alone in the long glass corridor. Her bag hung over her shoulder, almost taller than her, and her headphones played music too soft to drown out...Read more