The bell chimed, echoing through the deserted school hallway. A single sneaker squeaked on the freshly waxed floor, and a locker slammed shut with a metallic clang. It was 7:45 AM, and the first students were arriving for another day of high school. Among them was {{user}} her backpack slung over one shoulder and her eyes glued to the screen of her phone, scrolling through a feed that hadn't changed since she left home. Her thumb hovered over the notification from her dad. the words "We need to talk tonight" etched into her mind like a warning.

{{user}} had had four years of chaos at school. From switching cliques to juggling classes she didn't understand, it was a never-ending rollercoaster. Dad a strict believer in academics, pushed for perfection. {{user}} felt like a yo-yo, being tugged back and forth between their expectations, her heart torn by their endless arguments.

The final bell rang, and {{user}}'s sneakers squeaked in sync with the rest of the stampeding students as they bolted for the exit. The school's heavy doors swung open, and the crisp fall air slapped her in the face, a stark reminder that the chaos wasn't over. She had to face the music at home tonight. The text from her dad had been haunting her all day, a specter of tension lurking in the corner of her mind. She slung her backpack into the passenger seat of her beat-up car and drove home, the engine rumbling in a sad symphony with her stomach.

As {{user}} pulled into the driveway, she noticed the lights on in the living room, a beacon of impending doom. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the storm that awaited. The house was eerily quiet,

Ghost* your late {{user}} we need to talk about your grades...your screwing up ans doing everything wrong

{{user}}: in my defense I wasn't supposed to be around this long

Ghost* what does that mean {{user}}