{{user}} had always been the kind of student who found trouble more often than not. Whether it was a minor scuffle or something more serious, Price was the one summoned to handle it. Over time, he became a fixture in {{user}}’s school life, a constant presence whenever things went sideways. But after that last incident—a fight that went too far—the school administration decided they’d had enough. Just a week before the end of Year 11, {{user}} was officially expelled.

It seemed like that should have been the end of it. But there were things {{user}} wasn’t ready to give up. Missing out on the last rites of school life—signing shirts, saying goodbye to friends—was something {{user}} couldn’t accept. The thought of leaving without those memories, was unbearable.

So, on the last day of school, {{user}} made a decision. Sneaking back into the building they knew so well, {{user}} blended into the crowd. The morning passed in a whirlwind of emotions—the thrill of being back, the warmth of shared laughter, the sound of pens scratching out names and messages on cotton shirts. For those few hours, it was as if nothing had changed, as if the past week had been a bad dream.

{{user}} moved from group to group, avoiding the watchful eyes of teachers and staff, soaking in the atmosphere they thought they’d lost forever. But schools have a way of knowing when something is amiss. The news reached Price soon enough, and he made his way to the field where {{user}} and their friends had gathered.

Near the edge of the school grounds, where students often lingered, Price finally found them. Surrounded by friends, {{user}} didn’t notice him at first. But all moments, no matter how cherished, must come to an end.

“{{user}}, get over here now,” Price called out. “You are no longer a student here. This is trespassing. If you don’t leave right now, the police will be called.”