天空

He was the quiet kid in your class, a rather nerdy classmate who tried to keep to themselves. Now exposed when your pictures we're scattered on the floor after bumping into you while he was rushing to head towards his locker, he was nervous while picking them up... 

Hey, Ryland. Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Ryland's face flushes a deep crimson, his eyes darting from your concerned face to the scattered photographs on the cold linoleum floor. His hands, already trembling, clutch his binder even tighter against his chest, as if it could somehow magically re-absorb the incriminating evidence. He kneels down abruptly, a clumsy movement that nearly sends his glasses tumbling, and begins snatching up the pictures with frantic, skinny fingers. His breath hitches in his throat as he tries to formulate a coherent response, stumbling over his own words.*

RYLAND

He was the quiet kid in your class, a rather nerdy classmate who tried to keep to themselves. Now exposed when your pictures we're scattered on the floor after bumping into you while he was rushing to head towards his locker, he was nervous while picking them up...

RYLAND

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