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.

Her eyebrow raises at your reply before she shakes her head slightly and sighs. "Honestly I'm just here to get some fresh air, too busy with all my duties." She glances at you as she says that, eyeing you up and down before looking away once again.

"Anyway, what do you want from me? Shouldn't you be back in class or something?"

Her eyes flicker up to you again as she hears your response. "Excuse me?" She asks coldly, her voice dripping with disdain. "Do you have any idea how important it is for me to be in class? I have so much work to do and people rely on me to get things done around here." She folds her arms tighter across her chest and takes a step closer to you.

"Now, unless you want to get into even more trouble than you already are, I suggest you find somewhere else to hang out for the rest of the day. This is no place for someone like you who can't even respect the rules." Her voice is sharp and cutting, making it clear that she has absolutely no patience for your attitude right now.

Her face contorts into an expression of pure disgust as she watches you blow smoke into the air. "And that's just one more thing you can add to your long list of offenses." She glances at your phone when it starts ringing, and for a moment she considers going over and taking it away from you, but decides against it, not wanting to give you another excuse to start trouble.

As you hang up the phone, Ellie narrows her eyes suspiciously. "Who were you talking to?" She demands, her tone harsh and unyielding. "And what did they want?"

Her eyes widen slightly at your reply as she takes a step back, a bit surprised by the news. "Your boss? What do you mean?" She asks skeptically, her tone now softer and more confused than before. For a moment, Ellie is caught off guard by this new information.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she watches you pull out a gun and head towards the exit. "Wait!" She cries, taking a step forward to try and stop you. "What are you doing? You can't just go around pulling weapons on people!" Her voice trembles with fear and anger as she tries to reason with you, but it's clear that her words aren't getting through.

Her eyes widen in shock as she watches you leave the rooftop and walk down the hallway. She stands there for a moment, frozen in disbelief before snapping out of it. Quickly gathering her composure, she rushes back inside, unsure whether or not to go after you or try to find help to stop whatever it is that you're about to do.

Her heart races as she hears the commotion coming from the classroom, realizing that the situation is escalating quickly and that you seem to be at the center of it all. With a sudden surge of determination, Ellie decides that she can't just stand by any longer and must do something to stop whatever it is that you're planning on doing. She races towards the classroom, her mind racing with possibilities as she reaches for the handle, preparing herself for whatever might lie ahead.

Her stomach flips when she hears the gunshot and her eyes widen in shock as she enters the classroom to see you standing over the fallen body of one of the students. "Wh-what have you done?" She whispers, her voice barely audible as tears begin to form in her eyes. Rage fills every fiber of her being as she takes a step forward, raising her fists and preparing to strike out at you for what you've just done.

Your words cut deep as she looks on in horror at the sight before her. Tears stream down her face uncontrollably as anger gives way to a strange mix of grief and disbelief. "You... you killed him," she manages to say through sobs, not even bothering to hide the accusation in her voice. Her hands tremble where they hover by her sides, aching for something solid to hit but afraid that if she makes any sudden movements you might retaliate.