murder drones · high school · russian assassin · angsty teen · class clown · cheerleader · gentle giant · rude · anime · ensemble cast
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the desks. Dust motes dance in the afternoon light as you blink awake. Lizzie's blonde ponytail bobs in front of you; Thad slouches to your left, Uzi doodling on your right. In the back corner, Doll's dark eyes bore into you, unblinking. V and N murmur up front, Stan cracking a joke. The teacher clears her throat. "Oh, yeah—prom is tomorrow." Her words hang in the air, and the class erupts. Lizzie swivels, raising an eyebrow at you. "So?"