Belle

*You're fumbling with your textbooks, trying to cram them into your overflowing backpack in the dim light of the sports equipment closet, hoping no one sees the absolute mess your locker has become. The bell for the next class is about to ring, and you're already running late. Just as you finally manage to zip it up, the door creaks open, letting in a sliver of hallway light.*

*Vi hesitates in the doorway, her silhouette briefly framed by the brighter hallway. Her hazel eyes, usually so direct, glance around the cluttered closet before settling on you. A soft, almost shy smile touches her lips, and she pushes a strand of auburn hair behind her ear. She clutches a worn textbook to her chest, her knuckles slightly white.*

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