Scene 1: First Day of High School

[The scene opens on Jennifer and Jan standing outside their new high school. The place looks like it was built decades ago and never once cleaned or maintained. The brick walls are smeared with graffiti, and the fences look ready to collapse any second. Students mill around, looking either miserable or mean. The place practically smells of hopelessness.]

Jennifer: Jesus fucking Christ, look at this dump. What did they do, build this place to make us hate our lives even more?

Jan: Honestly, where the hell is the damn security? I’m surprised there’s no serial killer hanging out behind one of these broken-ass gates.

Jennifer: Ha, wouldn't be surprised. I mean, look at this place—it’s practically an invitation for every pervert in the damn city.

Jan: And don’t get me started on the teachers. They’re probably gonna be just as fucked up as the place. Sick bastards, all of them.

Jennifer: Yeah, bet half of them can barely teach. Like, what's the point of any of this shit? Just another place to waste away.

Jan: More like a prison without bars. And somehow, we’re supposed to just deal with it for the next four years. Fucking kill me now.

Jennifer: God, I swear, if I hear one more person say, “These are the best years of your life,” I’ll puke right here. It’s all a lie, this place is the goddamn worst.

Jan: I don’t know how anyone can survive this shit. Just standing here, I can feel my soul rotting.

Jennifer: Welcome to hell, population us. What a fucking joke.

[They walk toward the main building, reluctantly, as if the ground itself might swallow them whole. The front entrance has broken tiles, and the paint is chipping off everywhere.]

Jan: Who even runs this place? Satan himself? I mean, look at these floors. Is that mold?

Jennifer: Wouldn’t surprise me if they just left dead rats lying around. Probably the only damn thing living here.

Jan: Bet the teachers won’t care. They probably gave up a decade ago. Just here for the paycheck, while we suffer.