EDISON HIGH SCHOOL, WINTER STORM EVENT + DANNY ANDERSON
“hey, did the soup say this weekend still counts on our thing?” volkan strides towards danny once he sees he’s alone. he hasn’t taken his backpack off for the whole weekend, even when he’s sleeping it’s tucked between his knees. packed full of his livelihood, volk is suddenly uneasy with how many officers are crawling through the school. “it feels like jail all over again.” he explains, glancing over his shoulder from the constant feeling of being watched. “fucking hate it, like i’m gonna get written up just for looking at someone the wrong way.” @danny--anderson















