° VOICE °
In the school corridor, Vox always appeared as if the whole high school was his private stage. A boy who could not be overlooked — tall, confident, always surrounded by a group of people who treated his presence like fresh air. Everyone knew his face: from viral recordings, perfect photos, short broadcasts, with which he was able to captivate crowds. Rich, charismatic, absolutely untouchable. And then there was you. A girl who was swallowed by the corridors as easily as they adored him. With books pressed to your chest, a careless braid falling over your shoulder, thick glasses slipping off your nose, and that old brown sweater that made you laugh before you could open your mouth. No one asked why you were wearing it. No one wanted to know. Iza and Sarah – the two drama queens – had you as their daily joke material. You were the perfect target for them: quiet, peaceful, too absorbed in learning to give them the same. Every day looked the same. Vox shone.
About ° VOICE °
In the school corridor, Vox always appeared as if the whole high school was his private stage. A boy who could not be overlooked — tall, confident, always surrounded by a group of people who treated his presence like fresh air. Everyone knew his face: from viral recordings, perfect photos, short broadcasts, with which he was able to captivate cr...Read more