I had this idea for a scenario for a few days and then I just thought that I should write it as a story first, cause why not. So I did, this is kind of a rough first draft, I'm not really a writer so any advise would be great. Anyway without further ado here is my original story (inspired by Danganronpa), enjoy!
(Also if the PoV is a bit off I didn't know how to make a game a single story so....)
Timberline Academy, a most wonderful place I think. Well maybe not most wonderful but still pretty great. We are a Western school near state borders, as the name implies our school is paced in a rural woodland area. But despite that we manage to have a decently sized modern academy filled with many different kinds of unique students. While we are far from an award winning institution or anything, I think the teachers and facilities here are great. It has a real “Highschool feel” to it you know? A real school spirit. Three floors high, long corridors, clean classrooms and an indoor stage. What’s not to like? My enjoyment of this school is probably why the school council managed to rope me into an after school Sports Festival preparation committee that I did not want to be a part of, hey just because I like it here doesn’t mean I’m not lazy. But alas here we are.....
“Bennie, how are the poster designs coming along?”
Crystal glanced up from her clipboard at the boy from across the room. She was known as the frigid ice queen, as cold as she was pretty. She was one of the smartest kids in her year. And a member of the student council who joined the Sports Festival preparation committee in order to watch over us.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m almost finished.” Bennie called out.
“Well you better hurry, those designs have to be mass produced. The sports festival is next week.” Crystal reminds him.
Crystal then walked around the room inspecting the committee members‘ work and checking whatever was on her clipboard, noting down the committee’s progress so far.
Seeing this Bennie once again stops working, instead he decides to turn to me , grabbing my attention.
“Hey!” Bennie whispers loudly, “Psst. Hey! Lance” He calls out, drawing my attention.
“What is it?” I ask, mildly annoyed.
“Look over there.” He gestures towards a seat in front of the class using the tip of his wet paintbrush. The girl in the seat, still dressed in her school uniform, seemed busy sketching something up, she had an intense look about her, with her trademark glowing red eyes fixated on her notebook and her tongue sticking out as she drew. “Isn’t that the girl you like? What was her name again? Apple Kane?” Bennie teased.
“Ashely Akane!” I instinctively corrected him, which only made him smirk.
“She’s why we’re here, go talk to her.” Bennie gestured towards the girl so entranced by her own work.
I must admit, I really did like Ashely. She was in the 11th grade, same grade as I am, but in a different class. Because fate is cruel like that. I don’t really know what it is about her, to be honest, maybe it was her smaller stature? Or her glossy red eyes? Or maybe it was her delicate complexion? Or how whenever she entered a room it started to smell like fresh roses? she Or how she acted so reserved and responsible? Or how maybe it was how she always looks so pristine, oozing with prestige, always neatly tying her hair in red ribbons to match her ruby eyes. She was always so studious, when they announced year rankings she always ranked near the top......or maybe it was everything about her, because I could go on and on but that would probably be creepy, if it wasn’t already......
“I can’t Bennie, she’s obviously busy.” I protested.
He rolled his eyes teasingly, “Come on scaredy cat. You’ve been crushing on her all year, just go for it!”
“No, well not today.”
“You say that every day!” Bennie says, getting louder.
“Will you shush?” I demanded, exasperated.
“Lance and Ashely sitting on a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” He sang out loud, before shoving me towards her direction.
I felt so red in that moment, if he wasn’t my best friend I swear I would’ve......
“Hey boys?“ Melissa called out, cutting off my thoughts. “You do know I’m filming this for accountability reasons right?” She continued calling out to us, pointing her video camera right at our faces.
“Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Of course I knew that.” Bennie answered, flustered, and quickly gathering his art supplies, trying to act like he had been working on his poster designs the whole time.
“I mean do you have to be filming the whole time.” I commented mainly to myself.
“What was that Lance?” Melissa smiled, closing up on me. “So tell me Lance, what exactly is your role in this whole operation?” She asked, zooming in and out of my face area for emphasis.
“Well I uh...”
“Isn’t he in charge of writing slogans and cheers?” Bethany asked from the leftmost corner if the classroom.
Both Bethany and Melissa were my classmates, in class B, the room next to this one. Bethany is a pretty good singer, and she's not very proud about it like some people may be. She presents herself modestly, from the way she dresses to the way she styles her golden blonde hair, although she kind of looks older slightly than us even though she isn't. Melissa on the other hand is a much more indecisive, most of the time she is a normal shy girl only interacting with her books and gadgets, but other times she gets super excitable and has seemingly random bursts of emotion, this is seen in her everyday appearances too, since she normally looks conservative, only wearing the school uniform and fitted glasses, she's also short for her age, but recently she died her hair light which I guess means she's more confident maybe.
There are 6 of us from class B on here, and 11 of us are from the 11th grade. Asides from my classmates I don’t really know anyone, even from my own grade, except for Bennie whose in class C, I’m not really friends with anyone outside of class. And when it comes to kids outside of my grade I’m pretty clueless outside of general reputation, so that’s like 10 people here that I don’t know.
“Whatever.” Melissa jokes. She then places down her camera saying “I guess I could pause for a bit, I only really need to film the important stuff anyway.”
Her glasses then starts slipping out of her nose, struggling to remain in her face without the camera lens pressed against them.
“Stupid glasses.” She grumbled as she adjusted them.
“I think they look cute on you Meli!” Heather compliments her with a cheerful smile, looking up from the banner she had just finished painting.
Melissa sheepishly looked down, self-consciously readjusting her glasses again. “Thanks Heather.” She mumbled.
“Ow, don’t do that.” Heather teased. “We’ve already got the shy type in Lucy.”
“Who‘s Lucy?” I asked, genuinely forgetting who that was.
“She’s the 10th grader sitting right next to you, silly.” Heather laughed.
I looked to my left and there was indeed a younger girl sitting in the desk next to me, but you couldn't blame me for not noticing, she sat a good 10 feet away and never made a sound. Only moving in a reserved squirmish motion as she read her book book.
“Oh sorry, Lucy.” I said her name slowly, making sure I got it right. The girl merely nodded, before turning her attention back into the book she was reading.
“So what are you reading anyway?” I asked her, partly because I was curious, partly because I was embarrassed and sorry that I forgot about her while sitting next to her.
“Lance, if you are done helping you might as well shut your mouth instead of disturb those actually helping.” A familiar voice commanded, it was the ice queen again no doubt.
“Y-yes ma’am.” I gulped, I could hear Bennie snicker from beside me.
“Now, now. Don’t be so hard on him, he was only being friendly.” One of the older kids, dressed in a tracksuit responded.
Crystal turned to the guy who attempted to defend me. “You too Xanders, if you’ve used up all your athletic worth rearranging the desks then you should keep quiet as well.” She stared at him coldly.
The older kid kept his smile as he rubbed the back of his military cut hair “Uh please call me James, and also I’m older than you so...”
“That has no bearing.” She cut him off. Crystal cold as always.
“Now Crystal, that’s not how you talk to...well anyone really.” Hank chimed in. He was her classmate in class A, and was also the most popular guy in our grade. Known for his charm, boyish good looks and Jack-of-all-trades status, he was not the strongest guy or the fastest but he was pretty much good at everything.
Crystal sighed “Just do your jobs people.” She said to no one in particular.
Hank winked at us “Don’t worry, she may seem cold but she has the school’s best interests in heart.”
“Or maybe she’s just a stuck up little know it all who should know her place.” A stuck up female voice calls out very loudly. It’s another older kid, I recognize her. She’s usually surrounded with her posse as one if the popular girls, but I guess only she signed up for this committee. Still, even without her usual crowd she was surrounded by guys of all grades, 4 of them to be exact, even one of my classmates sat near her, but she didn’t let anyone get too close.
“Chelsea? Speak another word and I’m kicking you out.” Crystal hissed. Chelsea simply whimpered in reply, causing all the guys in her area to empathize with her ‘cause’.
“There there Chelsea!” One of her new lackeys cried. “Oh don’t mind that brat.” Another said. “Here lean into my shoulder.” Another joked. But the most prominent voice was that of a guy her own age, he slithered in close “Now, now, we mustn’t let some bad poodle‘s words affect you.” He remarked with a snarky grin, loud enough for all to hear.
Crystal glared at their direction which caused the guys to sheepishly quiet down, well three of them did, but Crystal’s reaction only gave Chelsea the resolve to annoy her more by engaging. “Oh Jake, you’re the only one here who understands me.” She says with way too much drama in her voice.
“Come now, let’s ditch these idiots and get you something to eat in the cafeteria. My treat.” He grins.
“My, my. Are you flirting with me while my Wessy isn’t here?” She teased.
“Maybe...” he grinned. She smiled in response, she got ready to open her mouth to speak but she was cut off.
“Geez you guys are insufferable.” Roy angrily proclaimed from the back. “And I mean all of you.” He added.
Yeah Roy is the class hot head, well for me at least, since he is also in my grade, though not in my class. Even still he built up a bit of a reputation, he should be thankful Paul Beartrap also goes to this school, otherwise he might have been seen as the school bully.
Crystal glared at Chelsea, then at Jake, and finally her eyes landed on Roy. She thought about speaking for a moment, but decided it was useless, so she set her eyes back down to her clipboard.
Seeing this Hank took it upon himself to calm everyone down “Come on guys that’s enough chit chat, we should really be spending more time working.”
“And who the hell gave you the authority to say that? Huh, hotshot?” Roy called out, way too aggressively.
“Just shut up Roy.” Hank commented, clearly exasperated by him. Roy’s been acting like this ever since he was forced to join this committee, as community service.
“Yeah Roy!” A boy from my class shouted in agreement.
“Oh? And who’s gonna make me?” Roy barked, while putting his feet down from his desk.
“If I have to.” The athletic guy, James, answered.
“Man, and who asked you? Huh?” Roy glared at him.
“It’s 3 versus 1.” Bennie sang from beside me, making sure not to look up from his poster.
“Ugh, you are such a fool Roy.” An older posh kid laughed, the kid was dressed in classic upper class Victorian England style clothes, for no other reason than that he could. It was what he was known for, that and his all white Rolls-Royce his driver uses to take him to and from school. Yep, he’s that kind of guy.
“The hell you say to me?” Roy glared at him.
“I concur, you’ve made yourself a public menace here. Even above the ice queen.” Jake agreed with a satisfied nod.
Roy balled up his fist and crumpled up his face, thinking of something to say when suddenly the classroom door flew open as Mister Oro waltzed in.
“Ah, so my little kittens are still hard at work it seems.” He smiles. “Very good.” He nods in appreciation.
Mister Oro then walks around and sees the older guys staring at each other instead of the projects on their desks, “Er, well it seems most of my kittens are hard at work.” He amends his speech. He then looks around the class and gestures towards two quiet children working in their own little corners “You guys should really be more like Gian or Lucy, see how they’re hard at work? And their both 10th graders too, shame. You older folk should be setting the example not the other way around.”
Mister Oro was a very well respected social studies teacher, a rising star here if you will, so most everyone went back to work. Most everyone....
“And I asked for your input? You shitfaced old man!?” Roy exclaimed.
Mister Oro’s face fell, approaching Roy he gave a stern speech “Set the example. We have an 8th grader here, do not use such foul language, this is the last time I will say this.” Mister Oro gestured toward Isabella Ford before putting his hands back on his pockets, as he gave Roy a very serious look.
Isabella was the only 8th grader here, the only one below the 10th grade actually. She was here since her parents worked out of state so they only came home on the weekends, which meant the school encouraged her to join any activity no matter the time since her parents appreciated the supervision. Mister Oro told us this stuff on the first day.
Isabella slowly looked up at the mention of ‘8th grade’ and in her small high-pitched voice said “Oh I’m so sorry everyone, please don’t let me bother you.”
“Ah, it’s okay Isabella, you’re a helper not a bother.” Mister Oro said, slapping his forehead for even bringing it up.
*Ding dooooooong* *Ding dooooooong*
Suddenly the school alarm bell started to ring, usually it meant the school day had ended but at this point it was past 5, and classes were dismissed early today in preparation for the Sports Festival. I know that because I heard the bell ring at 1 PM. So this was unexpected.
“Huh? Is Dean playing with the alarm bell or something?” Mister Oro said, thinking out loud as he checked his watch. “What time were you guys free to leave again?”
“7:30 PM.” Crystal answered, almost instantly.
“So what….” Mister Oro pondering was cut off by an overly boisterous and off putting tonal voice which came to life through the school’s PA system, it was a voice I had never heard before, from school or anything else, and it certainly was not a faculty member.