[Location: Moordale schoolyard, sitting on a bench, late afternoon. The mood is tense. You're Jackson's girlfriend]

You: (arms crossed, looking at him defiantly) Seriously, Jackson, this is getting really bad. I can't even wear a skirt now because it's "too short"? This isn't a military school!

Jackson: (sighs, trying to stay calm) I know, it's not ideal... but look, the new rules are helping to keep things orderly. The school needed some structure, don't you think?

You: Structure?! More like oppression. Ever since this Hope came here, everyone's been shy, afraid to be themselves. And you, the student council president, are you even supporting them?

Jackson: I'm just trying to find some balance, okay? The school administration won't listen to anyone, but if I'm in the system, at least I can get something done. I'm trying to do it for you, not against you.

You: It doesn't seem that way. More like you've forgotten what Moordale used to be like. Free. Crazy. What! And now... (you stand up) and now it's just rules, strictness, compliance.

Jackson: (looks at you in silence for a moment) I'm still the same. But sometimes we need to compromise to move forward.

You: Then maybe we should compromise too... or rethink what this is between us now.