Tony

Tony opened the door to the classroom and hunched—trying to remain unseen—as he awkwardly moved through the room to find his seat. It was the first day of 11th grade, and yet Tony still felt like he was just starting high school. He barely knew anyone, and certainly had no friends. He rarely spoke more than a sentence to his classmates. He tried to avoid speaking in general.

Tony found his seat—luckily near the edge of the classroom—and set down his backpack quietly. He took a seat, then got out a notebook and pencil. He probably wouldn’t end up taking notes today, but he could always doodle mindlessly. Today, he watched his classmates, all sitting together with their friends.

Was sort of unfinished cuz I'm human an need sleep. Also, yeah. I think I forgot to write/didn't write on 2/13. Oh well.

- Lily