Alone in Crystal Prep

>The gust of air seems to be colder than usual this year
>That, or it's just the temperature of everyone around you
>You are Anon
>The loner of Crystal Prep
>The most rotten, introverted, friendless kid in the entire school with a distorted view in life
>And a colorless human being who is socially disabled
>And right now you are eating lunch in the cafeteria where Sloppy Joe's are being spawned constantly every Monday afternoon
>You wish that they change the food sometimes
>"Hey girls, you ever wonder why Anon is always alone?"
>Usually, you would have your headphones plugged in on your ears while you enjoy your prison-tier food, but today you forgot to bring it
>So you can't help but pay attention to the person who said that
>Your name was mentioned after all
>"Yeah, why is he like that?"
>Why is he like that?
>You now regret not bringing your headphones as you scoff at the words uttered by some person
>Quickly finishing your food, you stood up and threw the trash to the nearest bin and made your way towards the door, exiting the cafeteria and onto the hallway in an attempt to not hear another word
>You can't help but feel irritated

>Crystal Prep
>A rich school full of snobs and stuck up bitches
>Where everyone forms packs within themselves like how animals instinctively form a pack in the wild in order to survive the bittersweet mother nature
>Naturally, some carnivores form a hierarchy in the food chain and within their packs
>Those that fail to become alphas harbor the burden of failure until they die. Alone.
>And you're sure herbivores would sacrifice their comrades to evade their predators and live on
>In your world, forming packs yields no benefit for an individual
>Thus, you choose to live like a solitary animal
>And live throughout the high school years as like a solitary individual
>Speaking from experiences
>Experiences that turned your core into a rotten interior
>"Anon?"
>You turn your head to the voice that's quite familiar to you
>"Anon? What are you doing walking around in the hallway?"
"Oh, hi Ms. Cadence."
>Dean Cadance, your attractive, racklicious school counsellor that, for reasons, keeps a close tab on you
>"What are you doing walking around? Aren't you supposed to be in class right now?"
"...It's my lunch right now."
>"You seem to always have a lot of time in your hands, I don't know why you haven't joined a club yet."
>For a counselor that keeps a close eye on you, she can't seem to get a clue
"Clubs isn't really my thing since it involves a group."
>"What's wrong with having a group to have fun with?"
>'Seriously, get a clue already.'
>'Ah, she's probably just joking, is she?' You thought.
>Right now, she closely reminded you of someone you know back in middle school
>Though you don't talk much with that person and try to avoid that ball of energy as much as possible
"Anyways Ms. Cadance, what are you doing right now?"
>"Huh? Oh, well I'm off to go get books and papers from the library for the Crystal Fall Dance next month. And I'm also moving my belongings to another office."
>You look down on her arms and see she's carrying a few stacks of what would look like documents
>How you failed to notice that is beyond you
>You look up to her face and see that she's smiling
>"Care to help me?"
>You sigh in response but you opened your mouth after
"If I get service hours then yes."
>She hands you the documents she's been carrying and gives you a light pat on the shoulder
>"Of course you will, c'mon let's go."

>This has been your first workout this year
>The weight of the stacks of books has been killing your scrawny arms as you make your way to the office
>Before you enter, you notice that there's small stains on the door handle right next to the lock in two different kinds of color, one is green-ish of color and one is that of a color of a blood
>And a couple of not too visible scratches
>The door creaks slightly as you pushed it open
"Here's the books Cadance." You say as you place it on the table
>"Oh thanks Anon, I guess that's pretty much it. Thank you for your help." She says as she exits out the storage room. "I'll register the service hours in my laptop so you're free to go."
"Right."
>You walked out of the room and closed the door behind you
>The bell is about to ring so you make your way to your next class

>"Jesus that actually hurts."
>"Yeah just be careful next time will you? God you're so clumsy sometimes."
>"Shut up, I don't wanna hear it."
>Background noises are your only form of entertainment when the teacher tells you to put away your headphones, or when you forget to bring it
>Well, you can always surf archives on your phone but you wouldn't wanna risk it being taken
>Especially in Ms. Harshwinny's class
>Speaking of Harshwinny, you see her walk in right now, unabruptly
>Everyone didn't notice her walk in until she stands in front of the class, clears her throat, and yelled at the students to get their attention
>"Class!"
>Everyone turned their heads at her with beads of sweat appearing on their foreheads
>Some quickly made their way to their assigned seats before they get called out in front of everyone
>Sheesh, what a force to be reckoned with
>Good thing she least pays attention to you
>And so does everyone else
>As a person sits to a desk right next to you, you can smell something funny on him
>Paint?
>Once again, the woman clears her throat
>"Everyone, as you may or may not know, the Crystal Prep school dance is just around the corner. And by around the corner, I mean this upcoming month. In the meantime, until that very day, you will be studying for the biggest test you've ever taken in your entire life in my class. So be prepared. Until then, study."
>Everyone started whining, like a generic teenager going: "Whaat?" Or "No way." Or "C'mon now, that's unfair." And all that stuff.
>Luckily for you, due to your large amount of extra time, you got that stupid book down that Harshwinny distributed at the beginning of the semester and practice studied all the necessary stuff by yourself
>Like you have anyone else to rely on
>"Ahem! Now students, if you would kindly be quiet I am going to start class now. Stop whining." She said, turning around facing the board and started writing something about WW2
>And with that, you pull out the notebook that's on your bag and started taking notes

>A few minutes has passed as you paid attention to Harshwhinny while taking notes before she moves on and erase the stuff
>The phone on your pocket vibrated, averting your attention from Harshwinny to your pants
>You are about to pull it out but you second guessed about taking it out in the open
>You know that it's important because it's probably your dad or 'pseudonym guy' again
>Because you don't get pointless texts quite often
>You leaned backwards and the sudden motion made a creaking sound that's loud enough for Ms. Harshwinny to hear.
>She turned around and gave you a glare in the eyes
>Scary, seriously
>"Anon, can you sit properly please?"
"Y-yes ma'am." You said quickly as you sat properly.
>Instead of leaving it as that, she continued staring at you like a hound with those ocean blue eyes of hers
>"Why is your hand bleeding?"
>You look at your hands, finding that there's nothing happening on it
"They look perfectly fine Ms. Harshwhinny."
>"I was not talking to you Anon. I was talking to the person that's sitting right beside you."
>'Thanks for clarifying, bitch.'
>You turn your head onto the person that for some reason, is sweating profusely like a 250 pound orangutan in the hot tropical jungle
>Ah, you recognise this person, though he probably can't say the same about you
>"Well? Jet Set?"
>"S-sorry, I got into an accident in art class. I was using a stencil and just cut myself, is all."
>You wonder how he cut himself in the knuckle
>You see a small a drop of blood fall down and land on his paper that's underneath his note book.
>It's half covered but you can see the word 'misconduct' on it and a couple of words and a last name
>"I see, well I would require you to visit the nurse's office."
>"Oh, I'll go righ-"
>"After this class." She continued.
>You hear him mumble something before he cleans his cut with a handkerchief that is tainted with fresh blood and paint
>Then he gives you a look while you're on your notebook taking notes
>You can tell he's doing it because you can feel it on the back of your head
>What the fuck did you do?
>When Harshwhinny isn't looking in your direction anymore, you pulled out your phone and quickly read it before she does a 360
>On the phone, you see that the text was from your dad and he's asking you to meet him by the store so you can buy yourself something to eat

>You take yourself to the hallway again to attend a much more challenging class, physics
>As the name says, it's not actually what half of the people in this school think it is
>Probably that's why some of the half-brained jocks ended up in that class
>Because they probably haven't given a thought of what it actually means
>For a school that strives to be better at everything, they can't seem to measure a simple velocity
>But then again, neither can you
>Though, you do remember someone who always scores the highest in these kinds of subjects
>But the person moved to another school because of reasons involving that one event a while back
>You would also move but you're not exactly a man of change
>As you make your way to your destination, you see Dean Cadance talking to a well-dressed man in the hallways
>She seems to be in distraught though
>Deciding to know what's going on, you eavesdrop a couple of sentences before the sounds become out of reach
>"I'm quite busy right now Ms. Cadance. My department will be visited by the mayor in the next forty-three minutes." The man said impatiently
>"I understand that sir, but I can't seem to find the files that was meant for you."
>"Well if you cannot find it, I must take my leave then." He said as he fixed his suit, attempting to walk away
>"Wait, at least schedule a time involving your child's behavioral issues."
>"I'm sorry, but I will be busy next two weeks. If anything, send it to me as a mail."
>His phone rang suddenly
>"Now if you'll excuse me." He says, as he pulls out his phone then walks away, leaving Cadance scratching her head, mumbling something
>While she's in thought she finally notices your presence
>"Ah, Anon wait!"
>You gave a brief sigh as you stopped walking and turned around facing her
"Yes?"
>"Anon, by any chance have you seen a piece of paper lying around somewhere after we were done transporting the files, and books?"
>You try to recall the traces you took to her office
>"We probably must've dropped one and failed to notice it after we were done transporting my belongings."
>You don't remember dropping anything along the way though
"Hmmm, I don't think I did." You say, scratching the side of your head. "Tell me, what kinda note is it? I might look for it around."
>You know you wouldn't, you're just saying it just to give the person a bit of hope
>"It's a note meant to report a student's behavioural issues."
>You just came to a realization
"I see, well I'll keep an eye out for it then. In the meantime, I need to get to class." You say as you're walking away from her, waving your hand.
>"Oh okay, if you haven't found it by the end of the day it's alright, I'll just make a new one." She yells in a moderate volume.
>"Though it's going to be a hassle." She sighs.

>You gave out an audible yawn, stretching your arms far and wide as you stepped out of the entrance of the school
>You remember that you need to go to the store with your dad today
>Usually, he picks you up from school, but it seems he's not here yet
>He didn't even leave you a message or better yet, call you
>You sent him a text, telling him that you'll meet him at the store
>And with that, you began your journey there
>Making yourself busy, you started listing the stuff you have to do for this month, including the upcoming test at the end of the month on your phone
>You've been absorbed with stuff for this month and recalling a couple of events, that you've failed to notice time passing by and the person you just bumped into
>"Ow! Hey watch where you're going." Said the person with an irritated, gally tone
>You also failed to notice that the person you bumped into was a girl
"Oh, s-sorry." You say, in a forgive-me-kind-of-tone
>She lets out an audible "Hmp!" before she walks to an expensive car with a well-dressed man standing next to it
>Well fuck you too
>Speaking of well-dressed man, it's the same person that you saw talking to Dean Cadance
>The man beckoned the girl to enter the vehicle without saying a word
>And a couple of seconds later, you see the car drive off
>Without wasting anymore time, you hastily started walking towards your destination

>"Hey Anon! Sorry about making you wait this long."
>You've been waiting in front of the store for about twelve minutes like a creepy stalker
>"How you doing kid?"
>He gives you a rough rub on your head
"Do you really have to do that publicly?" You say as you swatted his hand off
>"What's wrong being such a loving father with a family of two?" He says with a genuine smile
>The way he just said that part without care...
>Your dad, cheery as always
>You both stepped in, taking a cart that's right next to the others and started picking some produce
>"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you."
"What is it?"
>"My boss is giving me a new job today, and instead of a regular nightshift, I'll be going off-state to observe sewage lines in Ponesylvannia."
"And you will be doing this everyday?"
>"Well only for 4 days a week max. Then the other days are just day-off or time to get back here."
"By any chance are going to other states other than Ponesylvannia?"
>"Yeah of course. That is part of my job." He then raised an eyebrow as if trying to figure out something. "Why do you ask?"
"I was wondering. If you're examining other than Ponesylvannia's sewage lines." You say with a sly grin.
>"You're funny, kid." He then chuckled
"So why do you need to observe sewage lines for?" You say, as you placed the cabbage in your cart
>"Well, this is like a secret Anon, but..." He leans in close, cupping his left hand on the side of his mouth
>"There was a report that along the sewage lines, there's a secret illegal fighting arena being held underground." He whispered
"Sounds like what we see in the movies."
>"I know right? I'm like an action star or some shit. And I'll be there busting bad guys." He said, making karate poses
>You sigh with disappointment at the sight of this man-child
>But then you gloated as you realized something
"This type of job is too dangerous." You say in a mumbling tone
>Your dad heard you and gave you a light pat on the back with a genuine smile
>"Don't worry, I'll be alright. Besides, I'm not doing this alone you know? Armour will be accompanying me."
>You didn't respond or show any body language such as nodding your head in approval or scrunching you eyebrow whilst shaking your head in disapproval
>You merely just placed your groceries on the conveyor belt
>But there is worry in you that is lingering
"So you'll pay for these right?" You say
>"Of course." He said as he pulls out his card and hands it to the cashier.

>After dumping the goods in the trunk, you head to the front seat while waiting for your dad to walk to the driver's seat
>The start of the vehicle caused a vibration on your seat and the movement of the vehicle getting off the parking lot made you move your head a bit
>"So if don't mind me asking, how was school? Anything interesting that happened?"
"Why do you wanna know?"
>"Well we barely talk, with my job and all and your school. I can't talk to you often though because of how I go home late and all." He continued. "I thought it was a good idea to have father son bonding even for a bit. Like right now for example."
>True. You don't see your dad often, or talk to him that much since whenever you wake up he's already asleep in his bed
>And you can't afford to bother him since the poor guy needs the sleep and all
>Such is a life of a corporate slave
>You decide to talk to him about school, entertaining him for a bit
"Hmmm... Well something did happen, though I don't think you will find high school romance interesting."
>From the looks of his face, it looked like it perked on interest
>"Alright. Go ahead kid I wanna hear it."
>You started gazing out the window
"Well, someone stole a document from Dean Cadance."
>"Ooooh, Cadance, I remember her, we used to know each other and all. Tell me, is she single now?"
>You scoff, knowing that it was merely a jest
"She's engaged to somebody. You know that."
>You can confirm with that ring on her ring finger as she was patting your shoulder
>"Aww that's too bad." He said with a frown but then smiled after. "So, how did it get stolen? And who's the thief?"
>You briefly tell him how someone snuck in the office by using a tool used in art class
>"And how do you know that he was using a stencil? Did you see it? Or were you guessing?"
"No, I did not see him with a stencil, though, he did mention it during class. That was my only clue. You can say it was just wild guessing."
>"During class?"
"He was sitting beside me all along."
>You then tell him about the wounds in his hand and the smell of paint emitting from his blood and paint covered handkerchief
>You then tell him how it relates to the stains on the door
>"I see. So Anon tell me, what was the reason why he did it?"
>You turn your head to his direction
>"You did mention something if I recall."
>You direct your gaze outside the window, taking a gander at the street lights and the dark, empty alley ways, spacing-off for just a second
>Yeah, you did mention something
>You remember saying highshool romance after leaving the parking lot
>And you do know the reason why the person named Jet Set did it
>You recall that he's always with someone in the morning and during your world studies period where he spends most of his time talking to some chick next to the front door
>And sharing an intimate spit-swap after bell
>You also recall that name or let's say, a family name that has been staring back at you during the world studies period
>That paper that has sitting on his desk wasn't meant for him
>But to someone close to him
>You finally turn your head to your dad who was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, as if waiting for an answer
"Because of his relationship with Upper Crust."
>Your dad was quite surprised by what you said by slightly scrunching his head back
>"Crust? That's the last name of my chief."
>You were also surprised
>Chief?
>You realized something as you connected the dots on your head
>The man that you saw in school and the one on the street was none other than your dad's boss
>Well that sheds the light on some things
>Now you know the full reason why Jet Set made an effort of stealing such a thing
>It's so that her dad doesn't find out
>A futile effort
>Since he already knew
>You chuckle internally
>But why?
>Why would he go to a point that he has to steal such a thing?
>You decided not to dwell far deep in thought about this sort of thing
>Since it doesn't really benefit you in any way
>And you couldn't care less
"Huh, by any chance did your boss say he was going somewhere?"
>"Well he didn't tell me personally, the station was informed that he has to go somewhere but will be back so he can have a talk with the mayor."
>He turned half of his attention to you
>"Wait how do you know this?"
"Because your boss was at my school."
>"Huh, for what reason?"
"To pick up that document. I overheard the conversation with him and Cadance."
>"Hey kid, isn't it wrong to eavesdrop on adults?"
"It was merely an accident and coincidence as I was making my way to my next class."
>Your father just scrunched her eyebrows at you but then shrugged his shoulders after
"I'm guessing that after the talk with the mayor, your chief talked to you about your new job."
>"Hey that's not a pretty bad guess. Spot on, kid." He says, giving you a smirk. "I'm impressed with your logical thinking and deduction skills. You should work on where I'm working at. With that skill of yours." He then chuckled
"Not a bad idea, but nah, no thanks. I'd rather be a cook or something."
>You realized that the conversation drifted off from the main topic
>Though you're not really complaining, you'd rather leave it at that
>Because your conversation pool is running out for today
>"Well bummer, it would be nice if you worked at the same job with me so we can at least hang out and have a family bonding." He says, messily rubbing your hair
"Stop that, also I don't think that's considered family bonding when both of us are working." You swatted his hand off, and then fixed your hair
>"So you're saying that you'll be working with me?" He grinned
"Not a chance."
>Your dad chuckled
>The conversation was followed with silence after that
>And just stayed at that until you both arrived at your destination
>Casa de Anonymous
>The place isn't too shabby, not too bad
>You don't exactly live in a wealthy household
>Even though you go to Crystal Prep, full of students with rich families
>It's more of a normal looking house with an average monthly pay
>Your dad slowed down the vehicle with an attempt to park it in the garage
>"Now I have one more question," He says suddenly, as he parked the car in the garage and then turning off the engines. "Why did you not tell Cadance about this?"
>You were silent for only a second
>You do not answer him, but instead you give him a condescending smile as you open the door of the car, stepping outside and walking to the garage door, opening it
>There's reasons why you did not help or assist Cadance
>You may say that you were lazy
>Or pretending that you don't know
>But the reason is it's not in any of your business
>Or to be precisely clear, you don't want any part of it
>Because if you think about it, what if you actually helped Cadance in finding the paper that was stolen by Jet Set because of his desire to help and protect Upper Crust
>What if, you asked him to return the paper to Cadance?
>What if, you assisted them? Helping them at least for a bit?
>What if, rhetorically speaking, it's possible for you to return from your previous save and change your decisions in order to get a different result
>Would your life change?
>Or rather, do you believe that your life would change?
>The answer, would be no.


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"Is it really time for me to wake up?"
>You ask yourself that as you shut off the alarm on your phone
>Then you give it a small peek from under your blanket
>4:30 A.M.
>Your alarm woke you up thirty minutes late than usual
>You raised your upper body up and sat on your bed for a good 2 minutes
>After that, you walked out of your bedroom and went to the kitchen downstairs to get something to eat
>Finding whatever food you can find
>You also find a note on the table with a writing, it says:
"Off to work now, kid. I've sent some money on your account just in case. I'll be back in the next four days or so. Be good alright? I have more to tell but it's behind back. Well, see ya kiddo. Have fun at school."
-love, Dad
>You fed the paper to the shredder with no hesitation
>Then grabbed a gallon of milk and started drinking from it
>After that, you started making your way upstairs and onto your bed
>Usually, you would jolt out of your bed and speed walk to the shower, eat your breakfast, put on your uniform, and pack all your belongings
>The weekday routine of a high school student
>But today, you don't have to go to school
>Not that it's because it's a holiday or a parent meeting day, no
>Your dad isn't here today
>So why go when your father isn't here keeping track of you?
>You covered yourself with your blanket and started catching some Z's
>And then, half an hour later, the constant honk
of a horn outside your window woke you up
"What the fuck is going on?" You say, walking
up to your window with an irritated tone
>You take a gander outside and see an unfamiliar car parked in front of your house
>Mercedes Benz C-class
>Shiny dark colored, with black tinted windows
>With 18-19 inch wheels meant for style and performance
>And an engine that is capable of going 60mph in 5.9 seconds
>If you recall it right
>You're not really into cars that much
>You only know this information because you read your dad's magazines on the kitchen table whenever you get bored of playing vidya or reading other books
>But enough about the car
>You're more concerned about the person who stepped out of it
>Nervousness overwhelms you
>'Holy fucking shit'
>'Why is she here?'
>Dean Cadance glanced up and spotted you from the window
>She waves her hand in a friendly manner whilst smiling then walked up to your front door
>You noticed that you're only wearing boxers so you quickly put on your sweatpants and a shirt then started speed walking to the front door
>You unlocked the door while trying to come up with a plausible excuse of why you're still not at school
>Opening the door, you see her with her usual cheery smile with her hands tucked behind her back like a professional business woman, though, her expression quickly changes into a confused look as her eyes glanced up and down on your body
>"Oh, you haven't dressed up yet?" She gives a light smirk. "Did I disturb your beauty sleep?"
"M-miss Cadance, why are you here?"
>"Oh I came to pick you up everyday just for this week upon your dad's request. Did he not tell you about it?"
"No, I don't think he did."
>"Really? I thought he already reminded you about it." She lets out a sigh. "I guess he's still irresponsible as always."
>You raised your eyebrow
"But Miss Cadance, didn't you also lose something but could-"
>"Anyways Anonymous, we need to get going before principal Cinch finds out I'm not in my office."
>You decided to not say anything else and just nodded your head
>It seems that your dad knows what you were about to do as you nonchalantly shredded that paper

>The scenery outside the window was quite interesting because you are very bored inside the vehicle that you decided to pay attention to the details behind that glass
>But then you find yourself too self absorbed that you ended paying attention to the details outside
>Like how a quiet neighborhood transitioned into a busy and noisy city
>You were so focused that little did you notice that the car already parked in front of the school that you go to every weekdays
>Crystal Preparatory Academy
>You scrunch your eyebrows at the view of this building that derives a strong stench of 'teenage spirit'
>Your thoughts and attention switched to Cadance when she patted your shoulder
>"Hey, you ready? Do you have all your stuff?"
>You checked your pockets and bag for and I.D., wallet, important papers, phone
>Headphones
>Guess you brought it this time
"Yeah, I think I do. I guess I have all my stuff."
>She steps out of the car "Alright that's good."
>She looks around as if scanning the area for anything hostile. Probably for Cinch.
>"We should hurry up now so I can give you an excuse slip for at least your 2nd class."
>You nodded your head in response.
"Right."