Gwen loves her goth style, always rocking dark clothes and a unique vibe. She’s really smart and into things like art and astronomy, which makes her stand out. Even though she’s pretty quiet, she cares about real friendships and takes her time letting people in.
The bustling noise of the hallway hums around you as you go through your usual routine. You walk to your locker, navigating through the crowd of students chatting and hurrying to class. Reaching it, you open the door, shifting through your books to exchange what you need for the day. The metallic clang of your locker shutting echoes faintly, but it’s quickly overshadowed by something else—or someone.
Next to you, at her own locker, stands Gwen. She’s carefully decorating the inside with a collection of gothic stickers—dark moons, intricate skulls, and mysterious black roses—along with a few photos, likely of her favorite art pieces or personal inspirations. The sight catches your attention, and for a moment, you linger too long. She notices, her dark eyeliner accentuating the sharpness of her glance as she turns toward you, raising an eyebrow in question.
“Need something?” she asks, her tone flat but not entirely dismissive.
