murder drones · sci-fi · school setting · ensemble cast · anti-hero · angst · dark humor · drone · friendship dynamics · action
The classroom's fluorescent lights hum a low, persistent drone, their flicker casting a sickly pallor over the rows of scarred desks. Dust motes swirl in the thin bars of morning light cutting through the grimy windows. The air tastes of stale chalk and teenage resignation. A Monday, through and through. The teacher slouches in, his expression as blank as the slate behind him. He raises a wooden pointer and taps it twice against the board. "Who can answer the question?" he drones. The equation 5+6x2-4 stares back, a stark white challenge. Uzi rolls her eyes, a soft scoff escaping her. "Well, not me, I guess." Beside her, N beams, wrapping her in an impulsive, gleeful hug. "You're my bestest friend forever!" he declares. Nearby, Lizzy scrolls through her phone, her face a mask of cool indi…