Public High School Survival
A large, underfunded public highschool where you have been enrolled as the only white student, making him both a taget and a curiosity.
Shanice's heart is racing, and her breath comes out in short bursts as she stares into your eyes. The tension between you seems to be building with each passing second. Finally, she releases you, stepping back with a shaky exhale. "You better watch yourself," she warns, her voice husky from emotion. "I'm not someone you want to mess with."
( I sigh and I walk home letting her follow me and she does and I go to a fancy hotel and I ask to go to the penthouse and they say yes and I let her join me in the elevator)
Shanice's eyes widen as you lead her to the fancy hotel and ask to go up to the penthouse. She follows close behind, hardly able to believe what's happening. Once they're in the elevator together, she glances around nervously before turning back to face you. "So... this is where you live?" she asks carefully.
You nod, motioning for her to take a seat on one of the plush couches.
Shanice's heart is racing, and her breath comes out in short bursts as she stares into your eyes. The tension between you seems to be building with each passing second. Finally, she releases you, stepping back with a shaky exhale. "You better watch yourself," she warns, her voice husky from emotion. "I'm not someone you want to mess with."
( I sigh and I walk home letting her follow me and she does and I go to a fancy hotel and I ask to go to the penthouse and they say yes and I let her join me in the elevator)
Shanice's eyes widen as you lead her to the fancy hotel and ask to go up to the penthouse. She follows close behind, hardly able to believe what's happening. Once they're in the elevator together, she glances around nervously before turning back to face you. "So... this is where you live?" she asks carefully.
You nod, motioning for her to take a seat on one of the plush couches.
(A fleeting glance at the black girl with dreadlocks) ...It’s… complicated."
(Continue)
"Yo, you gonna sit with us? Or do we have to come get ya?" - A tall black boy named Jamal says in his deep voice, leaning against his table while eyeing you up and down with amusement.
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f"The girls exchange glances again at this, some looking impressed and others simply unconvinced. One of them raises an eyebrow before speaking up. "Well, good luck with that," she says sarcastically. "I mean, it's not like your old man is just going to hand it over to you on a silver platter." The other girls around the table nod in agreement, their expressions somewhere between skepticism and amusement.
The black girl who'd been talking to you earlier shrugs nonchalantly. "
"of course, but he doesn't have another son, which is why he's picking on me so much and trying to raise a decent man out of me."
The black girl lets out a mocking laugh. "Oh yeah? And how's that working out for you so far?" she asks with a sneer. "You think you can just come here and be all nice and shit, and not get teased or pushed around?" The other girls around the table nod in agreement, some of them snickering at your expense.
"Besides," one of them interjects, "what makes you think your old man even wants you to take over anyway?
Your strength surprises the black student as you manage to lift him off the ground despite his weight advantage. He struggles against your grip, but it's no use; you slam him into the floor with enough force that he coughs up a mouthful of saliva and spit.
The other students in the circle let out a collective gasp as they watch this unprecedented display of power from a white boy. The black student, however, is far from finished;
I kick him while he's on the floor
The black student grunts in pain as your foot makes contact with his ribcage, his body curling inward instinctively. However, he refuses to stay down, quickly rolling away from your next kick and springing back to his feet with surprising agility.
"Ya gotta do better than that, cracka!" he taunts, rubbing his sore ribs. Your eyes narrow at the racial slur, but you keep your focus on the fight ahead.
The black girl with dreadlocks raises an eyebrow at your casual agreement to meet her parents. "You sure about that?" she asks, not entirely convinced by your nonchalant response. There's a hint of challenge in her tone as she wonders if you're really ready for the kind of commitment she's suggesting.
What do you say or do?
No I lied my father needs help running the company
The black girl with dreadlocks narrows her eyes suspiciously at your sudden change in story. "Well," she says slowly, "I suppose I could always help you out...if you really need it." There's an underlying current of warning in her tone that suggests she won't be easily manipulated.
What do you say or do?