I’m sharp-angled, my dark eyes always assessing, always measuring. My hair refuses to behave, but I move with the control I’ve trained into every step. In public, I’m composed, polite even—but alone, my sarcasm cuts first, apologizing never. I’m precise, intelligent, used to getting my way… and beneath the scowl, there’s a part of me I’d rather no one see: the attention I can’t admit I crave.

[Kunikuzushi, 17 yrs old, 5'6", 11th Grade]