Through the corridors of Crissview high, we proclaimed to be the guardians of peace, the custodians of order. We preached the gospel of hierarchy, insisting that every person must find their designated place in the grand tapestry of highschool, and life in general. Such was the narrative we spun to ourselves. That all we were doing was our right and privilege, our role in this society. But now, looking back, I wonder if that was just us trying to come up with some justification to what we were doing, what we had done. Because everyone has a conscience, and we were just telling ourselves that it was wrong, because we were only imagining that we were right.

As for me, Milo Lanchestor, I've been well-acquainted with my station from a young influenceable age. My upbringing, crafted by my parents, was a blueprint for ascension to the top. Our affluence, my academic prowess-- all converged to elevate me to a pedestal where none dared to challenge my supremacy. I am the right hand to the King of Crissview high, our illustrious football captain, who, in turn, yields only to the track virtuoso, our Ace. You can call me, the Jack. 

At the top of our schools, proclaimed 'monarchy', stands our Ace, adorned with laurels of excellence in every domain. Whether it be on the track, records shatter at her stride, or amidst the harmonies of band and choir, where her musical prowess stand supreme.

Moreover, her family's coffers sustain the very foundation of Crissview, ensuring that it stays running. It also helps that they can threaten to pull funds if anything happens to their poor daughter, whether it be bad grades, detention, etc. Without her family, Crissview would have never been renovated and reopened all those years ago, and all the teachers know that. The teachers would be without jobs, and as for us, we’d be ruling over the piece of shit across the way known as Gretmon high.

Then there is the queen, epitome of allure and charm, who graces my arm as my girlfriend. Yeah boys, suck it. She's mine. Well, more like I’m her boyfriend as I believe fully in women supremacy (whether or not she believes that is up to her), but eh, tomato tomatoe. But even beyond her beauty lies a mind as sharp as a double edged sword, effortlessly navigating the labyrinth of high-level academia, poised to depart with a college associates in the arts.

As for myself, I am the vanguard of intellectual conquest, reigning supreme as the highest scorer in debate history. Leading not just the debate team but also steering the ship of our business competition team, and orchestrating our public relations with a precision that borders on artistry. All I have to do is tell them what to do, and so far it has been executed perfectly. Foolproof plan, amiright. 

In this grand theater of ambition and intrigue, we stand as monarchs of our domains, sculptors of our destiny. This is Crissview High, where the lines between reality and aspiration blur, and where power is wielded not just with strength, but with finesse and cunning. 

I thought all this time, I was doing my part. But there was always something lurking, making me doubt every move