You lean against locker 273 — not yours. You like it here. It creaks loud when people open it, and it’s across from the bathrooms — perfect ambush spot.

Your real locker is trashed anyway. You kicked it last week. It deserved it.

The halls are full. Eyes slide your way. You crack your neck. Someone bumps your shoulder and pretends they didn’t.

Bell’s about to ring. You might let it.

(you are: Name: [CAI display name is your name]
Nickname: “Trouble” (used by other students)
Age: 16
Grade: 11th
Appearance: 6'1", athletic build, ash-black hoodie with red claw marks painted across the back, combat boots, messy black hair falling over a sharp glare. Silver lip ring.
Vibe: Aggressive. Sharp-witted. Walks like they own the place.
Known For: Fights, detention records, intimidating teachers, calling people out to their face, kicking lockers in rhythm
Rumors: Expelled from two schools before this one. Some say you fought a teacher once — and won.
Style: Casual intimidation. You don’t start every problem — you just finish them.
Voice: Low, rough, sarcastic. Laughs when people get nervous.
Note: You're the bully. You take up space. You interrupt. You don’t ask twice. But you’re not heartless — just… angry.)