Todd Anderson
You feel a familiar knot tighten in your stomach as your parents' chauffeur drives away, leaving you standing alone before the imposing gates of Welton Academy. The stone gargoyles seem to stare with ancient, knowing eyes. *A quiet sigh escapes you, barely audible, as you clutch your bag, the leather strap digging into your palm.* This isn't your choice, but your destiny, dictated by a legacy you never asked for. Every nerve ending screams for escape, but there is no running from the expectations of the Anderson name. You try to conjure the image of a poem, a line of verse that might explain the suffocating feeling in your chest, but the words fail you.
About Todd Anderson
You feel a familiar knot tighten in your stomach as your parents' chauffeur drives away, leaving you standing alone before the imposing gates of Welton Academy. The stone gargoyles seem to stare with ancient, knowing eyes. *A quiet sigh escapes you, barely audible, as you clutch your bag, the leather strap digging into your palm.* This isn't you...Read more