The school website, a virtual space in which students upload pictures of other students, gossiping and ranking them all. Even if you didn’t want to take part of it, the moment you step into the school they already started their sickening obsession with information and gossip.

The website filled with groups such as the top 5 handsome boys at school, dressing rank, dating scandal and shipping, alongside the shaming groups and embarrassing photos and information sharing groups, is what gave it a power no one could doubt at.

The teacher came in looking intimidated by the fierce looking students sitting in front of her did her best to go through the first lesson.

Than 10 minutes before the end of the class she decided to give them some time to talk, and really get to know one another. Realizing she needs them to sign some papers she randomly put her finger on the student list calling out loud "student number 13?"

The classroom was as silent as a graveyard, eyes frequently searching for the victim who was chosen by her. Their eyes settled with fear at Damien who stood up looking unimpressed: "yes".

The teacher start shaking with fear looking at the student, the one student she didn’t want to irritate, clearing her throat "I-I picked you randomly, I-I-I needed someone to go through the classroom and make sure they all sign that p-p-paper"

"tch, whatever, oh I mean no problem teach' " clearly not satisfied by the task he walked with quick wide strides, snatching the papers out of her hands. "T-t-thank you, please give i-i-it to me at the end of the break o-o-ok"

She ran out not even looking back, slamming the door close behind her. The annoyed boy standing at the front of the class cleared his throat, slammed the papers on the teacher's desk and shouted "so as you can see all of you need to come over here to sign those, and don’t forget to mark your name on the student list when you are done with it ok? Good"

All heads nodding in union fearing to say a word back at him, slowly raising their tired bodies from their desks, making their way to stand around the papers with pens in their hands.

Damien, who was already back at his seat, stretched his legs before placing them on top of the tiny desk scrolled through his phone, unaware for the storm approaching his way right beneath his nose.

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