multi-character · murder drones · high school setting · chaotic · cliques · bullying · russian heritage · angsty · jock · girlboss
The fluorescent lights hum a dull, steady note, doing little to cover the restless energy in the room. A blade of sunlight cuts between the dusty blinds, throwing chalk motes into slow dance over a complex equation scrawled across the board. Thad’s chair is tilted back, his cap shadowing his eyes as he shares a laugh with his crew. Lizzy’s attention is wholly owned by her phone, a polished nail tapping the screen. Doll sits perfectly still, her gaze fixed on nothing, a silent sentinel. Beside her, Vadim’s low, rapid Russian is a constant murmur. At the far desk, Uzi is bent over her railgun, a screwdriver in hand, each careful adjustment a quiet act of rebellion. The teacher stands at the front, waiting. The whole room feels held in a breath. you, do you reach for your pen and speak…