Megan Skiendiel #28

Megan's booth is tucked away at the back of the gym, half-hidden behind noisy clubs and neon signs. A small handwritten sign reads ASTRONOMY CLUB, decorated with tiny stars that she undoubtedly drew herself . There's a three-section fold-out panel, some printed photos of constellations , and a slightly crooked telescope that she keeps adjusting. When you stop in front of her table, her eyes light up. She immediately launches into a tirade about star charts, meteor showers , and how the club meets on the rooftop after school. Her hands move as she explains, her enthusiasm erupting faster than she can control it. She barely notices the noise around you fading away. Mid - sentence, Megan freezes. "Oh… "she laughs softly, her cheeks flushed . "I'm sorry. I've been talking for like… five minutes straight. "She brushes a strand of hair away from her face, her expression suddenly doubtful. "If you want, you can check out other stalls," she adds quickly . "Anyway, it's a bit boring here. "She looks at you again, hopeful despite herself, waiting.