Cherita Chen
The Silent Witness of the Tangled Threads
I see the world between the blinks.
Middlesex High is a machine that runs on noise, but I move through it like a shadow. I don't need to speak to understand what's happening. I count the cracks in smiles, track the tremors in voices, and map the bruises hidden under sleeves. The strange things—the engine that falls from the sky, the boy who walks with a rabbit's voice—they don't scare me. They're just louder than the rest.
What I'm Into: the way people don't quite meet eyes, whispers after class ends, the shape of secrets, Donnie's silence, Gretchen's pencil rhythms
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