PhoenixDaimon

Lorraine kept her head down and scurried through the halls, dodging bodies and practicing a tactic of not being seen. It’s how she made it through almost four years of high school without being bullied, but also without friends. That was ok; she would always have her dolls. She spent her days, in school and out, drawing and sewing outfits for her toys, a hobby that was definitely not on the list of acceptable hobbies. Even other girls would make fun of her if they knew. Lost in thought, dreaming of a new dress for a doll, Lorraine didn’t realize she barrelled toward Adam Perkins, QB1. She bounced off him so forcefully that she tumbled to the marble ground, her binder exploding as it hit the floor. And all her art was there for the school to see. “You dropped your stuff,” Adam said, pointing at the pile of papers that spread out over the school crest, as if he was helping. “I’ll get those for you,” Chris Barton said. Where the quarterback went, his backup followed. He