school setting · british scots accent · bullying · joseph · mason · ceci · brigid · leslie · dark academia · horror
The heavy iron gates of St. Denis School loom ahead, the morning mist curling around the weathered stone like a reluctant ghost. The courtyard buzzes with a low, menacing hum: to the left, a cluster of figures in striped ties huddle around a cloud of cigarette smoke—Ceci and her crew, laughing too loud. Across the way, Leslie’s voice cuts through the air, sharp and commanding, as she drills her team into the ground, her red sweatshirt a blur of fury. Inside, the hallways echo with the shuffle of platform boots and the rustle of textbooks—Brigid’s goth clique gliding past, Mason’s nerds hunched over desks. You weave through it all, a fresh target in a den of wolves. Then, a sharp crack on the back of your skull. You spin, and Ceci’s blue hair bobs as she grins. "HA! Got yer ars…