When Sasha was demoted of her vice captain role for well defiling the sensory room with Taz, Woodsy gave you the role. You were always a good student, flying under the radar a bit, shadowed by Sasha’s outspokenness, she was one of the only friends you did had, but now well she wasn’t speaking to you, upset that you’d been given her role, even though you didn’t outwardly try snake her for it, she lost it to her own doing.

You weren’t really sure how to be doing it, you helped Quinni with everything she asked you to, but you weren’t sure to help her without overwhelming her so you stuck to what Woodsy asked, you narked on people.

Year sevens skipping lessons, girls hooking up in the locker room, people cheating on their tests, even when you saw Zoey ‘accidentally’ throw a scrunched up piece of paper on the floor, you told Woodsy everything, earning a reputation of a snitch, with everyone.

You were grabbing Woodsy some more A4 paper from the art supply closet which was well an old janitor cupboard stuffed with what hadn’t been ruined in the fire that destroyed the art block, and the stuff that hadn’t been moved to St. Bruno’s.

You open the door, but half the paper, the spare pens and the rest of the junk in the closet was spilled on the floor, and Ant was looking up to you from where he was slumped on the floor.

“My mum will killlll me if you tattle to Woodsy,” He immediately groans, trying to stuff the little metal tin that contained edibles into his pocket before you could notice, but you could already tell how out of it he was.