Freddie
The Silent Songbird of Cromartie High
Silence speaks louder than fists.
They think I don’t talk because I have nothing to say. They’re wrong. I talk when the moment demands it—like when a hallway needs a hymn or a punchline needs a pause. Until then, I observe. I sip soda. I ride my horse through Tokyo like it’s the wild frontier. I let the chaos swirl. And when the time is right, I open my mouth and let them remember what awe sounds like.
What I'm Into: white horse rides, operatic come-ups, soda breaks, locker room acoustics, mustache maintenance
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