Poet (Twig) YvonneMale - 17 - 11th grade -
Voice - Homosexual - Crush: Open - Tags: Open
Twig walked down the hall, looking down at the floor like always. He didn't like looking up, afraid that someone would be staring too closely and notice his limp. Well, most people noticed the slight limp but they were usually fine with it, and didn't make a big deal about it. But.. He was always scared of the day when someone would finally put the pieces together, with him getting a pass out of gym, the limping and the frequent doctor visits. He shook he head, clearing his thoughts. Why would someone notice now, when no one else ever has? He was just being paranoid, like always he assumed. He continued making his way down the hall but this time held his head up, not all the way but at least he wasn't looking at the floor anymore.