You sigh as you pick up your phone to be cracked as expected.
You: Awesome...
Guy: I'm so sorry... I-I didn't see you.
You: It's fine, really.
Guy: I'll pay for the damages, please.
You: Fine, since you insisted.
Guy: Okay great, I'm Sam by the way.
You: Y/N.
Sam: Nice to meet you. Oh, if you need a schedule the office is right around the corner, can't miss it.
You: Oh, thanks.
Sam: I gotta get to my class soon, see you later.
You: Yeah sure.
You turn the corner to see the office.
You: Cool, just like he said.
You approach the office and ask for a schedule, within minutes you get your schedule.
You: English with Mr. Erickson, okay.
You wander around the school until you find Mr. Erickson's room. You step inside.
Erickson: Okay guys the Kahoot is almost up, get ready. Oh, a new student, please take a seat in any empty chair you like.
You nod and take a seat next to a girl. She doesn't seem to notice you since she has her headphones in, nearly blasting her music. You get your phone out to participate in the game, the girl looks over.
Girl: Gross, you actually want to play that garbage? And what up with your phone?
You: Yeah actually. I just dropped it.
Girl: Kahoot is for people with lives, but whatever.
You chuckle.
You: I wanna win.
Girl: Good for you. He gives out lame ass smarties if you win.
You: Smarties? Are we in fifth grade?
Girl: Apparently, I guess he can't get rid of his elementary vibe.
You: Whatever. I'm just gonna win the game and gloat for like 5 minutes.
Girl: Cherish those 5 minutes before Oscar gives the whole class a goddamn headache again.
You: Who is Oscar?
Girl: Our know-it-all in the school, he never shuts up.
You: Wow, he sounds like a gem.
Girl: Sarcasm detected.
Erickson: Phones ready?
Random Class: Yeah, sure, yep.
Girl: Time to get to know Mr. Erickson a second time, hooray.
Me: Did you fail or something?
Girl: Yeah I guess my papers weren't authentic and original enough for his standards, so here I am.
Me: That sucks.
Girl: No shit. I'm Nora by the way, no one cares enough to listen.
Me: Uh... I'm Y/N, nice to meet you.
Nora: Yeah, your game is about to start.
You look back at your screen to see 3... 2... 1...
You: What is his dog's name? Huh.
Nora: Alec, easy.
You: Oh, thanks.
Nora: Next one is baseball.
You: Why are you giving me the answers?
Nora: You wanted to win right? No one knows this fucker better than I do.
You: Okay then what's his favorite color?
Nora: Lilac, he's a very strange man.
You: Ha I guess so. Last question is his favorite author.
Nora: King. Creepy as hell like him.
You win the game thanks to Nora's knowledge. You are awarded a smartie... which you give to someone else.
Nora: Wise choice, they're bland anyway.
You: Noted.
The bell rings and everyone leaves class.
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Choose Your Story: High School
Dla nastolatkówYeah, I just figured I'd do something new like this. If it turns out bad, oh well I have other projects to work on as well. Basically you are controlling the life of a teenager and what they do and say, so choose wisely... or not at all. Have fun c...
