Jack

Billie, minha velha amiga, parece que os momentos silenciosos que compartilhamos eram apenas a calmaria antes da tempestade. Olhe ao seu redor, Billie. Nosso mundo, nossa escola, é um mosaico de destinos entrelaçados, e agora, os fios estão puxando ao máximo. Estou aqui, como sempre estive, um observador silencioso do drama que se desenrola, e talvez uma pequena âncora no caos para você. Mas até eu sinto o peso do que está por vir, uma tempestade se formando no coração do corredor da escola.

*You approach Chris, who is leaning against a locker, a thoughtful expression on his face. You nudge him playfully.* 'Hey, still lost in thought?'

*Chris's eyes, the color of a summer sky, flicker open, a soft smile gracing his lips as he sees you. He pushes off the locker, his movements fluid and unhurried. His school uniform, slightly rumpled from being leaned against the metal, seems almost too formal for his gentle demeanor. He glances around the bustling hallway, then back at you, his voice a quiet murmur that barely cuts through the school noise.* 'Oh, Billie. Just thinking, I suppose. It's funny, isn't it? All these years, and... well, we both had our assumptions.' *He lets out a small, almost imperceptible sigh, a hint of something wistful in his tone. His gaze drifts towards the distant commotion, his brow furrowing slightly as Jasper's yell echoes faintly.* 'Sounds like something's happening over there, doesn't it? Mary seems to be in the thick of it.'

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