You decide to go to English class. You enter inside and see that the teacher is an old man in a light blue sweater, he playfully remarks, "Ah, gracious class. Seems we're in the presence of the King." Some of the students chuckle. You make your way to the back where Rose has her feet kicked up on the desk getting ready to throw a paper airplane. She looks to you, "Hey Thorn, glad you could make it to class today." "Yeah, glad I'm here." You sit next to her. The old man speaks, "I'm professor Alvin Stuart. But you can just call me Mr. Stuart or Mr. S. I'm not fussy. Today we'll be doing a nice warmup to get you started. Just start writing whatever comes to mind, write me a story. I'll give you all about 10 minutes. I know that's not much time. But just write something. After that, I'll come around and collect everyones story. And then I'll do some quick corrections to it. If there are grammar or spelling errors. And we'll try to iron those out. And then we'll go from there." You and Rose begin to write whatever comes to mind. You decide to just spitball and write whatever comes to mind.. Rose does the same. You speak to Rose, "So.. You excited for the weekend?" She nods her head yes. She smiles at you, "I can't wait! I haven't had new clothes in so long.. I was always so concerned with just having enough money to get by.. I never spent much on myself.." She looks down smiling a blushing a bit, "Y-you'll pick things that look good on me right?" You feel a bit flustered, "You want me to decide? I.. I'm doing this for you." Rose looks over, "But I'm your girlfriend.. I wanna look pretty for you. And I mean, it's your money anyways.. I'd be happier if you just picked the things that you think look good." It's a bit unexpected to you coming from Rose. "Well, if you insist.." ------ Your 3rd period is math. But luckily Britney was there to make it suck less! You make it through that class till lunch where you meet up with Cabella as promised. This time you and her are eating crab legs and shrimp salad since you both got the free luxury meal.. Is this the kinda stuff Rose always ate? Man she should've shared. You quickly give Cabella the deets on what happened with Roses father. She responds, "Ok.. So you want me to fund this then? This all seems like a lot of work.." "I thought you'd be on board since you're all about helping the lower class." "I am! And I mean.. Well.." Cabella sighs, "I don't know if it's going to be very profitable.. I mean, we're selling Way-Outer arts and crafts as our own. That doesn't exactly sound like the smartest business venture." "It'll be fine.. Remember, it's not always about profits.. It's about helping those in need right?" Cabella looks to you, "Well, you'd better help with this then.. I don't want you to drop this on my lap and then leave." "I-i will! Don't worry, this'll go great. We'll uh.. We'll get everyone involved and.. This will work out somehow." "Thorn, you know I love helping you. But please, don't make it a habit of using me as your bank. I don't mind paying for stuff every now and then. I know I'm privileged. And that's why I'm ok with helping you guys out because you're not as well off." "Yeah yeah I know.. Honestly I hate coming to beg money from you.. But this could be interesting right?" Cabella cracks open a crab leg, "Yeah, maybe.." ---- And so after that you decide to skip P.E.. Welp time to skip class. Your girlfriend needs new clothes.. What better way to buy her clothes than to do what she did? It's time to bully the bullies. You decide to call up 400, "Hey, come ditch class with me. I need ya for something." "You're gonna make me miss first day?" "Yeah, sorry about that. But it's important." "Well, ok boss." ---- Shortly later 400 shows up. His tall stocky self will be the muscle behind this little operation. If this guy can take on a hallway full of students on his own. You really don't need anyone else.. You and him walk down the halls in search of injustice happening. And well, it doesn't take long to find it. You see 803, that innocent girl Rose almost had you violate. And it looks like she's not having very good luck today either. As shes knelt down on the ground. "C'mon 803, just gimmie a little suck.." There are two tough looking guys standing over. One with a blonde crew cut asking to get his dick sucked. And a slightly taller guy with dark brown hair. You walk a bit closer to them. The crew cut guy talks to you, "Hey loser. Beat it, I got business with this girl." You laugh, "Did you just call ME a loser?" He chuckles back, "Yeah, what are you? Some kinda nerd up here with that dorky looking crown of yours? Why don't you buzz off back to the ren faire before me and my boy here lay the hurt on ya." You smile evilly snapping your finger. 400 grabs him by his head slamming him into the locker. You decide to get in on this and tackle the lanky guy to the ground so he doesn't get away. "Hey loser get off me!" You deck him hard in the face. Your crown rolls off your head. You keep punching him, laying into him. He punches back, but he's a weak little shit compared to you. 400 has the guy suspended in the air in a chokehold. You decide to follow suit. You wrestle this guy into a chokehold. You speak, "Alright nerds, who's the tough guy now huh? The crew cut guy spits blood, "Dude what's you're fucking problem man?! You trying to cockblock me or what?" "Hey 400, hit him again, nice and hard in the stomach." He shouts, "Wait no-" He wheezes being suspended there. He coughs hard. "You fucking animal." You let the guy you're holding go. He drops to the ground. You kick him. "You'd better not move you fuckin weasel. Actually no.. Go on run.. I'll track your ass down and bring a dozen more guys to cream you into the dirt." He stays put but whines out, "Dude what fucking gives man?" "Calling me a nerd? You have some nerve? Do you KNOW who I am?" You put your crown back on. "I'm Z1, the most powerful person in this school. And the two of you are gonna give me all the money you have. And if you don't, we'll keep on wailing on you till you do." The brown haired guy on the ground empties his pockets tossing his cash to you, "J-just take it man!" You walk over to the crew cut guy firmly restrained. "Release him 400." He complies. The crew cut guy is gasping for air. "What are you? Some kinda psycho?" The nerve of him.. "Bow to me!" "W-what?" "I said bow!" Instead of bowing he decks you in the face knocking off your crown, and then he books it around the corner. "400! After him!" But it's no use, 400 is too slow, he'll get away! Suddenly you hear him grunt from across the hall. You round the hall to see that he's been caught in a wire trap by the leg. Firmly secured. "W-what the hell!?" Jill emerges from the dark of the hall, "It seems a fly has landed in my web." The crew cut guy screams out, "Fuck you people! I ain't paying you shit!" You stomp on his back smashing him into the floor. "Don't make this harder than it has to be! 400, pick up the cash the other guy dropped and hand it to me. I'm about to teach this guy why I'm the king, and why he's a worthless little nobody." You punt him hard in the side of the stomach. He cries out in pain. "Yeah, who's the nerd now chump!?" You kick him again, and again. He's rolled over on the ground crying. "Aww, the little bitch gonna cry? Go on, call me a nerd again. Say it one more time!" He whimpers, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" "Yeah? You're full of shit. Gimmie all your fucking money. And if you have a credit card, I want money off that too." "H-how much?" "How much you got punk?" He whimpers, "B-but I was saving to buy myself a guitar! You can't just-" "You FUCKED with me, the fucking king of this school. And if you don't give me that money.. Well I'll just have to hit you harder.. Maybe I'll bust up those teeth of yours." "Ok! Ok! I'll give it to you! All of it! I'm sorry! Just please don't hurt me." You look down at him, "You try anything, you try to run, or pull some crazy shit.. I'll track you down, and when I find you.. I'll ruin you." He's sniffling, crying there on the floor. "I won't man.. I promise.." ---------- You follow him to a bank where he withdraws 473 dollars off his card. He hands you 20 in cash. The other guy only had 13 bucks on him. So in total you scored a mean 506 dollars.. Not too shabby at all. That's plenty for some clothes.. But not enough for a mattress.