Smallara

  The second floor of Roosevelt Middle School felt like a different world after hours. Gone was the cacophony of adolescent voices echoing off lockers, replaced by the institutional quiet…

The hallways of Roosevelt Middle had mostly emptied, leaving behind the familiar institutional quiet that settled over schools after hours. A few stragglers wandered toward the main exit, backpacks slung over shoulders,…

The final bell at Roosevelt Middle School rang with the sharp finality of a judge's gavel, sending three thousand students cascading through the hallways like water through a burst dam.…

The outdoor lunch courtyard at Roosevelt Middle School hummed with the familiar chaos of adolescent social hierarchies. Table 9 sat at the epicenter of eighth grade power dynamics, prime real estate beneath the…

"Who do you think they got to replace Mr. Rhys?" Hannah asked, shifting her art supplies to her other arm. "He's been out for like awhile now."  "Hopefully someone who doesn't…

The hallway was a river of voices, backpacks, and perfume-sweet chaos. The clang of lockers punctuated it like cymbals. Somewhere down the hall, a trumpet case hit the floor and someone yelled…