The Graduating Class of '09 (Class of '09 x Male Reader Insert)

Chapter 4 - 'Call of Duty: Highschool Warfare'

(Y/N) - (Your Name)

(L/N) - (Last Name)

(F/C) - (Favorite Color)

(E/C) - (Eye Color)

- OG Class of '09 Saga -

*Disclaimer*

Class of '09 is respectively owned and created by SBN3.

The story itself features few major plot points from the original game.

All art used belongs to their respectful owners, don't hang me!

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(Y/N)'s POV

My life? Yeah, it's pretty much a dumpster fire wrapped in a bow of poor decisions and misplaced optimism. Seriously, if you'd told me last year I'd end up here—nearly getting laid while unconscious (which, let's be honest, is a whole new level of weird) and almost getting recruited by a snooty, deaf-and-mute girl into some ridiculous student council I wouldn't even attend even if they paid me—I would've laughed in your face. And yet, here I am, living it. What a time to be alive, right?

At this point, it's clear that high school and I don't exactly get along. If anything, we're like that couple who's constantly fighting but can't seem to break up because, hey, where else would they go? Maybe that's what this place is for me—a toxic relationship I can't seem to leave, not that I'm exactly trying that hard.

Honestly, if I'm not dodging Karen's attempts at trying to save me from the world (because, of course, I need saving, right?), I'm somehow getting tangled in the bizarre web of Suzune's weirdly uptight, 'you'll-never-make-it-without-the-student-council' philosophy. Spoiler alert: I'll probably survive just fine without it, thank you very much.

But, hey, it's not all bad. I've managed to accidentally befriend a few people, which is more than I can say for my social life a month ago. Still, though, the whole "friend" thing is overrated. Half of them are too busy either whining about life or falling asleep on desks like Nicole. And, honestly, don't even get me started on Jeffrey, the kid who's just one bad haircut away from a midlife crisis.

So yeah, my life's spiraling into some chaotic mess, but at least it's my mess, right? Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up and get a trophy for "Most Likely to Get Roped into Something That'll Ruin My Life Even More" by the student body. I'll probably win that with flying colors.

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Class of '09

LHS: Chain of Memories

[Northern-Virginia, Burke]

[9:00am | Courtyard | LHS]

[September 18th, 2007]

Amidst the dense autumn landscape of the courtyard, where trees shifted between shades of golden and deep orange, I found myself bound to servitude alongside a troubled transfer student under the watchful eye of the council. Moments of privacy were rare, with enforcers constantly patrolling the halls, transforming LHS into a school that felt more like a prison. Despite this, troublemakers roamed freely, often facing little more than a slap on the wrist and a warning. However, for those who pushed too far, the consequences were far more severe.

After stumbling upon a couple caught in the act behind a row of vending machines—yeah, that's right, caught in the act, in a school hallway like they were filming a softcore porno—I found myself questioning how I ended up in this circus of a life. Seriously, how did I go from minding my own business to witnessing two people fumbling around like they'd just learned what sex was from a teenage magazine? But, as they say, high school is the defining moment of your life, and mine just happens to be defined by witnessing some really questionable decisions made behind a glorified snack rack.