Fallenwhisper
Pessimist
The bell rang.
Amaris stood, up, grabbing her bag quickly, ready for study hall. Her long black tangle of hair lay down her back, her black coat tight around her. Passing through the arch way of the door, boots tapping on the tile floor, she headed to Study Hall.
Amaris stood, up, grabbing her bag quickly, ready for study hall. Her long black tangle of hair lay down her back, her black coat tight around her. Passing through the arch way of the door, boots tapping on the tile floor, she headed to Study Hall.