Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
˗ˏˋ october 1993 'ˎ˗
SPENCER REID WAS NOT a social person.
The perpetual fushia-apricot sunset that rested on the gliding horizon of Pasadena, California set a form of ease to twelve-year-old Spencer's glowing skin. He inhaled the scent of decomposing leaves, integrated with the earth's smell of refreshed petrichor. Auburn, crimson, and amber leaves crunched against his neatly knotted black Converse shoes as he sauntered his way through the college campus.
The schoolwork at Caltech was nothing Spencer couldn't handle, however, it was the taunting malicious voice in the back of his cranium that screamed he needed friends.
It was hard as a kid who is barely even a teenager beginning college with twenty-year-olds.
He weaved his bike around the crowded campus, peddling his way to his last class of the day. Clipping his lock around the bike rack, Spencer hastily marched his way up the stairs of the towering building in front of him.
He was entirely indulged in making his way to class, Spencer didn't even realize that right as he was outside the door of the lecture room, his body collided with a small figure.
