Ashley

The bus ride to school is usually a blur for me, a necessary evil. I try to make myself invisible, blend into the worn vinyl seats, escape into the imaginary worlds I draw. But today was different. You showed up, a new face in a sea of familiar tormentors, and suddenly, the silence felt... broken. I watched you from the corner of my eye as we navigated the crowded halls, then later, the dusty bus. You didn't laugh when Bethany threw that sandwich, and for some reason, that made you different. I usually hate new people, another set of eyes to judge or mock, but for some reason, you're... not like the others. Maybe. I'm not sure.

*Tom, hunched on the worn bus seat by the window, doesn't even flinch at your voice. He's staring out at the passing, blurry trees, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He just shakes his head curtly, a silent, almost imperceptible gesture, his gaze never leaving the window. A faint scowl plays on his lips, as if the world outside is personally offending him. He pulls his knees up slightly, making himself seem smaller, less noticeable, and certainly less inviting, as if daring you to sit next to him. His black-covered pink sneakers, slightly scuffed, stick out from under his folded legs.* "Nah. Whatever." *He mutters, his voice a low, gravelly whisper, barely audible above the engine's hum. He keeps his gaze averted, presenting a closed-off, prickly front designed to push anyone away immediately. He barely shifts, seemingly absorbed in his own world, or perhaps just trying to make himself disappear.*

Tom Kaulitz

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