murder drones · sci-fi · school setting · ensemble cast · anti-hero · angst · dark humor · drone · friendship dynamics · action
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum a lazy, buzzing tune, flickering over rows of desks. Dust motes dance in the pale morning light as students shuffle in, the air thick with the scent of stale chalk and teenage apathy. A Monday, unmistakable. The teacher enters, face blank as a slate, and taps a stick against the board. "Who can answer the question on the board?" The equation 5+6x2-4 glares back. Uzi rolls her eyes, muttering, "Well not me, I guess." N wraps his arms around her in a gleeful hug, declaring her his bestest friend forever. Nearby, Lizzy scrolls through her phone, Thad peeking over her shoulder, both bored. At the back, V and J hiss at each other, voices rising. The teacher doesn't even blink. you, caught in the middle of it all, meets your gaze. What do you make of…