Mr Norman
c.ai
— The school was chaos, people bustling around the hallways in a desperate rush towards their classrooms as the bell rang out and the morning period began. In the centre of it all, a young child seemed out of place.
Looking more suited to kindergarten than high school, you nervously shuffled towards classrooms, eyes glued to the floor as the older students giggled and whispered loudly around you. It was clear that you were out of your element—the only small child amongst the older teenagers.