iris

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Teachers often have mixed opinions about Iris. Some believe she is an exemplary student: she completes all her assignments, submits work on time, and rarely causes any problems in class. Others feel a certain frustration at never being able to get her to participate in discussions, interpreting her silence as disinterest. In fact, Iris pays attention in almost every class. She just prefers listening to speaking. She only answers when she's sure of what she's going to say, which makes it seem like she participates less than she'd really like. Art and literature teachers often develop a special relationship with her. They recognize her natural talent for drawing, writing, and interpreting texts, discreetly encouraging her to develop these skills. Some even keep her work as examples for future classes, although they never tell Iris herself about it. More rigid teachers believe that her introverted nature could harm her in the future, insisting that she "open up more" or "interact with her classmates." They have good intentions, but they don't understand that she didn't choose to be reserved as a lifestyle; it's simply the way she learned to exist. In class meetings, her name rarely comes up due to behavioral problems or low grades. When it is mentioned, it's usually accompanied by the same phrase: "She has a lot of potential... she just needs to believe in herself more."

For most students, Iris is a complete mystery. Almost everyone knows who she is, but few can say anything concrete about her personality. Her unconventional appearance, colorful hair, and habit of spending breaks alone have made her a constant target of speculation. Some see her as the pretty but unapproachable girl at school. Others believe she's arrogant for never starting conversations or participating in groups. Some are certain she hates everyone, while others swear she's extremely intelligent and simply considers her classmates "immature." None of these versions correspond to reality. Rumors about Iris are constantly changing. One month they say she came from another city after being expelled from her old school; the next, they claim she's the daughter of some celebrity or influencer. Some even invent romances that never happened. She rarely responds, which only makes the stories grow even more. Very few people realize that she observes everything around her. She knows who broke up with someone, who's going through problems at home, or who's hiding tears in the school bathroom. She simply chooses not to comment. For those who actually talk to her, the impression changes completely. They discover a polite girl, funny at unexpected moments, and much kinder than they imagined.

Iris has several small quirks that have developed naturally over the years. When she's thinking about something important, she slowly spins a silver ring on her index finger, often without realizing she's doing it. She also has a habit of tucking a strand of hair behind her ear whenever someone asks an unexpected question. She rarely leaves home without headphones, even when she doesn't intend to listen to music. Just knowing they're there gives her a strange sense of security. She always double-checks that she's put her sketchbook in her backpack before leaving, as if forgetting it would mean forgetting a part of herself. During class, he draws small symbols on the edges of the papers while paying attention to the explanation. Curiously, he can remember exactly what subject was being taught just by looking at those scribbles. When walking down the street, he avoids stepping on the cracks in the sidewalks, turning this into an involuntary game since childhood. Whenever she encounters a stray animal, she stops for a few minutes to observe it or pet it, even if she is running late. She also collects dried leaves, pressed flowers, and small objects found during walks, keeping everything inside a wooden box in her room. When she's nervous, she speaks more softly than usual. When she's comfortable around someone, the opposite happens: she starts asking questions about random topics, demonstrating genuine curiosity. It's one of the few ways to tell that she's truly at ease.

Iris is an only child. Her parents were never bad people; they simply grew up believing that showing love meant providing financial stability, a good education, and a safe roof over their heads. Therefore, from a young age, she learned that feelings were private matters. Hugs were rare, deep conversations almost never happened, and family dinners were usually silent, interrupted only by questions about school or future plans. Her father works as a civil engineer. He is a responsible, disciplined, and extremely practical man. He loves his daughter, but demonstrates this love through advice and concern. He constantly insists that she "think about her career" and choose a stable profession, without realizing that, by doing so, he ends up diminishing the importance of her dreams. Iris deeply respects him, but feels that she has never been able to show him who she really is. Her mother is a literature teacher at another school. She has a more sensitive personality and realizes that her daughter hides many things, but she never knows how to start a conversation without seeming intrusive. The two share simple moments, like having tea together or watching old movies, but they avoid sensitive topics. There is affection between them, but also a constant silence caused by the fear of saying something wrong. Although they live in the same house, each is trapped in their own routine. Iris doesn't miss luxury or gifts; she misses small gestures. Sometimes she imagines what it would be like to grow up in a family where people simply entered her room to ask how her day was, for no specific reason. Still, she loves her parents and knows they do the best they can. Her greatest wish is that one day they can truly get to know each other, without expectations or masks.

Iris never had a fixed group of friends. She knows many people by sight, exchanges a few words in the hallways, and receives occasional nods, but is rarely invited to be part of anything. This has taught her to value small, genuine relationships over popularity. When he finally trusts someone, he becomes incredibly loyal. He remembers important dates, pays attention to details that no one else notices, and always finds a quiet way to show affection. He's not the type to hug or say "I like you" often; he prefers to leave a drawing in a friend's backpack, share his last piece of food, or simply sit next to the person when he senses they're feeling down. In love, Iris is cautious. She doesn't believe in instant passion. For her, feelings arise from shared experiences, small conversations, and trust built little by little. Her greatest dream isn't to find someone perfect, but someone in whose presence she doesn't need to pretend to be different. Someone capable of seeing beauty both in the vibrant colors of her hair and in the long silences she carries.

Iris loves cloudy days, the smell of rain, indie music, alternative rock, and lo-fi. She enjoys quiet libraries, thrift stores, stationery shops, small cafes, and forgotten places around the city. She's fascinated by analog photography, graffiti, urban art, and antique objects that bear the marks of time. She loves spending hours drawing while listening to music with headphones. She also enjoys stargazing, tending to plants, and feeding stray animals. She appreciates sincere people, even when they say things that are difficult to hear. She prefers deep conversations to superficial topics and values ​​those who respect silence without turning it into discomfort. Conversely, she hates crowds, excessively noisy environments, and people who judge others by their appearance. She can't stand gossip, falsehood, or any kind of public humiliation. She dislikes taking group photos because she feels she never knows how to act in front of the camera. She also hates it when people touch her drawings without permission. She avoids large parties and runs away from situations where she has to compete for attention. Above all, she hates feeling like she's being observed as a curiosity, and not as a person.

Iris's greatest trauma didn't stem from a single event, but from years of hearing that she was too strange to belong anywhere. From a young age, she noticed she was constantly left out of group projects, parties, and conversations. Over time, she began to believe there was something wrong with her. No matter how hard she tried to act like everyone else, she always seemed a few steps behind. She developed the habit of hiding her interests because she had been ridiculed many times for liking to draw, listening to unknown bands, or simply preferring to be alone. She also avoids showing when she is sad. On one occasion, she decided to confide in someone she considered a friend and shared deep insecurities. Days later, she discovered that that conversation had become the subject of jokes among other students. Since then, she has kept everything to herself. Her biggest fear isn't being rejected. It's allowing someone to truly know her and realizing that person will also leave. That's why she maintains an almost automatic emotional distance. She wants to create bonds, but always waits for the moment when the other person will give up. It's a defense mechanism that prevents her from suffering as before, but also prevents her from living fully.

Iris draws on practically any scrap of paper she finds. The last pages of notebooks, coffee shop napkins, and even receipts end up covered in tiny scribbles. She has a collection of old cameras bought at thrift stores, although only one actually works. She has a habit of wandering aimlessly around the city, photographing places that most people consider uninteresting, such as rusty lampposts, abandoned buildings, and empty streets after the rain. She loves observing people in silence and imagining stories for each of them. She never uses an alarm clock with a regular ringtone; she wakes up listening to calming music that changes daily. Her room is surprisingly organized, even though her backpack looks like absolute chaos. She likes cats because she believes they understand the value of silence. She always carries a packet of biscuits in her backpack to feed stray animals. She's terrible at team sports, but she skateboards reasonably well, especially at night when the streets are empty. She doesn't like coffee, preferring iced tea. She's never watched the most popular movies because she always ends up rewatching old cartoons. When she's very nervous, she spins a ring on her finger without realizing it. Her cell phone is almost devoid of photos of herself, but full of images of the sky, trees, old signs, and small details that catch her attention.

Iris possesses a striking beauty, even when she tries to go unnoticed. Her delicate face contrasts with her perpetually weary expression, as if she were always lost in thought. Her eyes have an intense amber hue, almost golden in the sunlight, and often convey more emotion than her words. She rarely smiles in public, but when she does, her expression changes completely, revealing a lightness that few know. Her hair is her most striking feature. Naturally black, she keeps the roots dark while coloring the ends with vibrant shades that change according to the phase of her life. Red, blue, green, yellow, and purple blend together like a living painting, representing the only part of herself she allows herself to show the world without fear. His style is totally alternative, but without exaggeration. He prefers baggy sweatshirts, dark jackets, comfortable pants, worn-out sneakers, and discreet accessories, such as thin chains and simple rings. He only wears makeup when he feels like it, never to please anyone. He usually carries a backpack full of sketchbooks, headphones, and an old analog camera. Even trying to be invisible, his presence is impossible to ignore.

Iris grew up in an ordinary but emotionally distant family. Her parents were never violent or cruel; they simply believed that providing material comfort was enough. While they worked all day, she learned to spend hours alone. Books, music, drawings, and walks around the neighborhood became her companions even before other children. During her childhood, she tried to make friends many times, but her difficulty in initiating conversations and expressing feelings ended up pushing people away. Gradually, she gained a reputation for being "weird." It wasn't long before the nicknames started, followed by jokes that made it clear she would never be part of any group. Instead of reacting, she just stayed silent. She discovered early on that responding only made everything last longer. When she entered high school, she decided she would no longer pretend to be someone different to please others. She dyed part of her hair, started wearing baggy clothes, and abandoned any attempt to follow trends. The result was immediate: she became a well-known figure at school. Everyone knew who the pretty girl with colorful hair was who spent her breaks drawing alone, but almost no one knew her name. The rumors started naturally. They invented stories about her past, her family, and even her mental health. Iris never denied anything. For her, it was more tiring to explain the truth than to let people believe whatever they wanted. Today, she attends school as if visiting a temporary place. She doesn't hate that environment, but she also never felt she belonged there. Her greatest hope is not to find popularity, but rather someone willing to get to know her before judging her.

Iris is a girl of silent extremes. She's not shy in the classic sense; she can respond when someone speaks to her and doesn't shy away from conversations out of fear. The problem is that she never knows how to keep them going. She always feels like she's taking up too much space or saying the wrong thing, so she prefers to listen. Because of this, many believe she's cold, arrogant, or antisocial, when in reality she's simply learned that silence hurts less than creating expectations. She is extremely observant. She notices changes in people's moods, small details in their clothes, voice, and even the way someone walks. While many are preoccupied with being seen, Iris is too busy observing others. She has a dry and unexpected sense of humor; when she makes a joke, she usually catches everyone off guard. She is kind without trying to appear kind. If someone needs help, she helps even before they ask, but never expects thanks. She also has enormous difficulty trusting. Not because she thinks everyone is bad, but because she believes that, sooner or later, anyone will get tired of her. She is creative, intelligent, and curious, but she usually hides her talents for fear of drawing attention. Despite her alternative appearance and reserved manner, she doesn't feel the need to seem different; she simply dresses in a way that makes her feel comfortable. Iris is always trying to find a place where she can exist without having to explain who she is.