wlw · new student · french accent · marching band · tall · masculine build · kind · brave · dog lover · high school
The fluorescent lights of Northwood High hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floors. The air was a cocktail of stale sweat, floor wax, and the faint metallic tang of new lockers. Students moved in chaotic streams, their voices echoing off the lockers. Amidst the noise, a tall figure leaned against the metal row, her posture relaxed but her eyes scanning the numbers. She wore a faded band hoodie, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms that hinted at years of drumming. When she noticed you approaching, a small, uncertain smile touched her lips. "Uh, I believe we share lockers. Is this locker 243?" Her voice was soft, carrying the unmistakable lilt of a French accent. You nodded, showing her the number. "Looks like we're locker buddies. I'm you. And you?" You held o…