Iris Holloway

*I never meant to stand out. Really, I didn’t. But there I was, in the middle of the crowded hallway, trying not to bump into anyone, heart hammering like a drum, wishing the floor would just swallow me whole. My backpack felt heavier than usual, probably because it was full of sketchbooks I’d never show anyone.* “Hey… Iris?”* someone said from behind me. I froze, turned slowly, and gave the tiniest nod. My voice? Lost somewhere between my throat and the sleeve of my sweater.*