Essays in Existentialism: HSAU
can you do a high school AU where one is the captain of the football team and they sweep off the nerdy girls’ feet?
Morning started the same, every day, rain or shine. Four thirty in the morning, the alarm beeped in the small attic room, and under one section of angled roof, where a pile of blankets slumbered, an arm would appear and slap around until the offending noise stopped. It was precise and methodical and never changed, six days a week.