This Kid
There’s this kid. He’s always there. Always sitting just a few rows away. Sometimes he’s talking, and sometimes he’s silent. Sometimes he’s bored and sometimes he’s excited. But he’s always there.
Next to him, there’s this other kid. She’s kinda like the first kid, but she’s also kinda different. Sometimes she flirts with the first kid, and sometimes he flirts back. Often she ignores him. But she’s also always there.
There’s a whole room full of kids. There’s a whole school full of ‘em. They’re all kinda different, and they’ve all got stuff in common. Each is a unique individual, and all together, they make up this complicated whole termed a high school.
Our high school is vast. It is filled with characters so complex, no writer could ever hope to match them. It’s not hard to find them- you just have to notice them.
These are their stories, better than even they could tell them. Because they don’t know how; Underneath it all, they’re still just kids.