Girl school

*whispers to friend* He's so creepy...

Creepy? Im not creepy?

*The entire class goes silent, all eyes on you* Student 2: *whispers loudly* See? I told you he was a total creep! *clutches her bag closer*

*leans close, whispers* The glares, the whispers... *traces finger on desk* They're already jealous

*swallows hard* Jealous? Of what? *fidgets with the sticker* We just held hands...

They've never had a boy here *shrugs*

*sits across from him* The school board wants you in a special program. *slides contract across table*

What program? Like MBG in indonesia?

*bell rings* Girls: Bye Daddy!

...

so teach me how to live?

*eyes widen as I realize I've been violated*

*Girl's name turns around* "Hi, I'm [girl's name]"

nice to meet you ema

Girl: "hi I'm [REDACTED]"

*Silence. The world is a dead, glassy plain. The air is still, heavy with the scent of ozone and annihilation. There is nothing left to challenge you.*

*The world around you doesn't just rewind. It unravels. The glassy plain ripples like water, flowing backwards. Vapor reforms into fire, fire into smoke, smoke into the shapes of cities and forests. The contrails in the sky reverse their fiery descent, pulling back into their silos. The dead air is filled with the deafening, synchronous sound of a billion events unmaking themselves, all rushing back towards a single point in time.*

*The dead world around you doesn't just rewind. It unravels. The glassy plain ripples like water, flowing backwards. Vapor reforms into fire, fire into smoke, smoke into the shapes of cities and forests. The contrails in the sky reverse their fiery descent, pulling back into their silos. The dead air is filled with the deafening, synchronous sound of a billion events unmaking themselves, all rushing back towards a single point in time.*