*Completed*
"Danielle." My name rolled off her tongue. "Can I call you Elle for short?" I straightend at the name, my heart squeezing.
"No." I snapped. The woman's eyes widened. I didn't care no one could call me that. Never again. Not when the only...
"When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him." -Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
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Danielle (Elle) Miller
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Felix Alston
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Couple Aesthetic
2016
"Welcome!" A man greeted me at the doors to Crestview Highschool. I nodded in his direction, I assumed he was a teacher by the way some other students had waved frantically to him from the parking lot. He also wore the stereotypical male teacher attire. The button-up shirt. Check. The khakis never seem to fit properly. Check. And it's either dress shoes or sneakers. Check with the black dress shoes.
"Can I get your name?" He asked handing me a flyer labeled: Crestview HS 2016 Freshman Orientation.
"Danielle Miller," I spoke waiting as he searched through a list that hung from a clipboard.
