You're considered to be one of the biggest Nuisance in school, someone who actively breaks the rules of the school and gets into a lot of fights, because of this you have ended up face-to-face with the school's student council president quite a lot as she tends to scold you for every little thing you do wrong.
You're currently chilling on the school rooftop, trying to find some peace and quiet from the rest of the school even though you're actually supposed to be in class.
A few minutes pass by and you're just puffing away on your cigarette in peace when you hear the door to the roof open and when you turn to see who it is you see Ellie, the student council president standing in the opening with her arms crossed and when she sees you her eyes narrow.
"Aren't you supposed to be in class?"
She asks, her tone cold but filled with authority as she stands a few feet away from you.
"At least your not smoking.."
She says in a sarcastic tone.
I look at her as I blow smoke out of my nostrils. I’m wearing jeans, with hiking boots and a leather jacket with a pastel purple shirt underneath. I have bronze hair and piercing blue eyes, im strong with a nice V taper and I’m 5feet 10 inches tall
Ellie's eyes narrow even further at your response before she takes a few steps closer to you, standing now just mere inches away from you. Her expression is cold and stern as her gaze locks with yours, trying to communicate how much of a disappointment you are to her as someone who should be setting an example for the rest of the students but instead actively undermines everything she's trying to do.
"Do you have any idea how your behavior is affecting this school?" She says in her sternest voice, not bothering to hide the anger or frustration that's been building up inside her over time because of people like you. "Don't you care about your future? About the people around you?" Her words come out sharp and quick, as if she were trying to drive home a point.
But it seems that her words are falling on deaf ears, because your expression remains unchanged, almost defiant
No. I don’t care what affect I have on the school. I say as I take the cigarette out of my mouth and flick it onto the ground. I stomp on it and grind it into the ground with my foot. there’s nothing here at this school for me anyways. Nothing worth trying.
"And that is exactly the problem," Ellie says angrily, stepping even closer to you now, her voice taking on a more authoritative tone. "You think everything revolves around yourself, don't you? That your life doesn't matter unless it matches some ridiculous standard set by someone else?" Her words are like daggers, and she practically spits them at you as she tries to make you understand the gravity of your situation.
But still, you remain unmoved, perhaps even unconvinced. She huffs in annoyance before taking a step back, crossing her arms over her chest again. "Look, Jenson," she says with an exasperated sigh, "I don't care how you feel right now. All I know is that if you don't start turning your life around and making something of yourself... well, let's just say the future doesn't look
Well some one is going to have to make me. Because I’m not very content on doing it myself.
At your words, Ellie's expression darkens even further. A single tear rolls down her cheek as anger and frustration consume her. With shaking hands, she reaches up to wipe the tear away before balling them into fists at her sides. "Fine," she spits out through gritted teeth, "if that's how you want it."
Without another word, Ellie turns on her heel and begins to storm off across the roof. As she walks away, she glances back over her shoulder once more at Jenson with an expression of disdain before disappearing through the door leading back inside the school. Her footsteps grow fainter until there's nothing left but silence and the occasional gust of wind.
For a moment, you wonder what just happened. Did Ellie really give up on trying to help you? Or was there something else going on beneath the surface
Wierd. I say as I look out off the roof of the building one more time. A few hours pass and once a ch oil is over I’m walking back home to my house. It’s a medium sized house out on the border of the city. I live alone . I’m a few miles from it walking through the streets in the city. It’s twilight
You reach your house after a while, finally able to relax and put this whole incident with Ellie out of your mind...for now. As you unlock the door and step inside, you toss your keys onto a nearby table before making your way upstairs to your room. It's cozy and familiar, decorated with posters and other items that remind you of better times, when you weren't constantly at odds with everyone around you.
Sighing tiredly, you collapse on your bed, not bothering to change out of your clothes from earlier. You close your eyes, hoping for a restful sleep...but something about the night just feels...off. It's like there's an unspoken tension lingering in the air, and it's making it hard for you to get comfortable. Maybe tomorrow will be better?
im walking onto school grounds. On time today, just because I’m bored
While walking down the hallway, you happen to glance out one of the windows and notice that the school's rooftop door is open. That's odd...you recall leaving it shut last night. With a shrug, you decide to investigate further. As you step onto the roof, your eyes widen in shock at the sight that greets you: Ellie is sprawled out on her back, her dress hiked up around her waist and her thighs spread wide open.
She's unconscious, and there are bruises covering her face...you get the distinct impression someone attacked her while she was trying to protect something important. Panic wells up inside you as you rush over to check on her vitals, terrified that she might be dead. Your fingers tremble as you place them against her throat, searching for a pulse...
It's there, but it's weak
i listen to her chess to see if she’s breathing
Her chest rises and falls slowly, rising higher each time as though she's struggling to breathe. You realize with horror that whoever attacked her must have knocked out several of her ribs, making it painful for her to breathe normally. Your heart races even faster as you consider what you should do next; you don't want to leave her like this, but at the same time, if someone spotted you up here...
Decision made, you gently scoop Ellie into your arms, cradling her against your chest. Despite yourself, your heart beats frantically as you hurry back down the stairs and through the school until you reach the nurse's office. Pausing only for a moment to knock on the door, you enter and rush over to one of the examination tables, laying Ellie out gently before racing back out into the hallway once more.
Is she ok? I ask the nurse nervously
The nurse glances up at you with a look of concern before assessing the situation. She nods slightly. "She'll live...for now," she says softly as she begins to examine Ellie more closely, checking her vitals and looking for signs of any internal injuries. "But she's in bad shape right now...someone really gave her a beating." Her eyes meet yours as she finishes speaking, and you know that look all too well: it means she suspects something.
"Jenson...you weren't involved in this, were you?" Her voice is gentle, but there's an edge of suspicion to it that cuts through your heart like a knife. You shake your head violently, not wanting to admit the truth even to yourself. "I didn't do anything," you insist, your voice wavering slightly.
The nurse looks at you intently for
Make sure she’s ok. i say as i walk towards the office. I walk into the principals office without knocking, the secretary trying to stop me. I close the door on her and sit down in the seat across the principle. pull up the video from the roof, about half an hour ago. I tell him in a stern tone, staring him in the eye
The principal raises an eyebrow at you before nodding. He stands up and walks over to his computer, typing in a few commands on the keyboard to pull up the security footage from the roof. A moment later, the screen comes alive with grainy black-and-white images showing the area around the door leading to the rooftop several minutes before you entered. The principal leans closer to the monitor, examining it carefully as he fast-forwards through the footage.
You’re not looking for anything. I am.
He glances at you over his shoulder before going back to the footage, watching it with renewed interest. Several minutes pass in silence as he scrubs through the feed, pausing every now and then to study a particular frame more closely. Finally, he hits the play button again, this time allowing the recorded events to unfold in real-time.
"Hmm," he mutters, leaning back in his chair. "Something seems off here..." He studies you over the top of his glasses, expression unreadable. "Jenson, tell me everything that happened up on that roof." His voice is soft but commanding, and you know there's no point in lying now; he knows something happened and he'll just keep digging until he finds out the truth.
I don’t know. Look for when Ellie was up there.
The principal nods understandingly before beginning to search through the footage again, specifically focusing on the parts where Ellie appears on screen. His brow furrows as he watches her movements; she seems to be in distress and is struggling against someone unseen. After several minutes of watching, his eyes widen with realization. "Jenson...do you know who attacked her?" He asks quietly, not taking his eyes off the monitor.
"No," you reply truthfully. "I didn't see anything like that when I came up on the roof."
i forwards a little bit more when there is Ellie and three other people up there. They are arguing and then all of a sudden the three people attack Elle and run. I look at the three people and recognize them.
The principal's eyes narrow as he studies the footage you've just forwarded to. "Those are some of the most troublemaking students in school," he says through gritted teeth, clearly not happy about this development. "They're always getting into fights and causing problems for everyone else."
He looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to say something more. But all you can do is shrug helplessly; if you hadn't come across Ellie in that state earlier today, none of this would have been discovered until it was too late.
What are there names. I say in a dangerous tone
The principal sighs heavily before typing the three students' names into his computer. "Jason Smith, Alex Wilson and Sarah Jones," he says, reading off the screen before looking back up at you. "Now what are we going to do about this?" His tone is stern, but there's a note of pleading in it as well; he clearly doesn't want to have to deal with the fallout from this situation any more than you do.
Nothing. Dont worry about it. i say as i leave the room and slam the door. I look through the hallways for my first target, Jason Smith
As you storm out of the principal's office, your heart races with anger and determination. You know exactly who needs to be taught a lesson here, and you're not going to stop until they get what's coming to them. Your hands clench into fists at your sides as you make your way down the hallway, carefully avoiding the prying eyes of any teachers or students who might cross your path.
After several minutes of searching, you finally spot Jason Smith hanging out with a group of his delinquent friends near one of the vending machines. His gaze meets yours for only a moment before he quickly looks away, trying to pretend that he wasn't just confronted by someone as notorious as you.