@quietnolonger —— SAMANTHA MYERS / STARTER CALL.
man, blackwell seems so cool. he’s standing out front, looking up at the school with those wide, fascinated eyes that fifteen year olds have when they see something they’re impressed by. his parents are inside talking to principal wells, trying to set up his plans for the next school year, and all he can do is stare in wonder at a place that seems way too cool and way too grown up for him. he can’t believe he’s really going to go here.
his gaze drops down finally and he happens to catch a girl in his line of vision, causing him to blink and take a step back, clearing his throat. “ah, sorry---” his hand reaches up instinctively, rubbing the back of his neck. “i was... probably in the way.”
