Go with Penny and Samuel to the school
From Create Your Own Story
You decide to join them.
A few minutes later, you’re all piled into Sam’s car, the engine humming as he pulls away from the curb. You slide into the back seat, settling in while Penny takes the passenger side, smoothing her long red hair back as Sam adjusts the radio.
Soft music fills the car as the streets roll by.
The drive passes easily, the radio filling in the pauses between conversation.
“I still can’t believe how hard it was to choose,” Penny says, breaking the quiet. “I mean, narrowing it down was honestly exhausting.” She smiles to herself, clearly pleased. “But I’m really excited. Starting at Westbridge in a few weeks feels… surreal.”
She says the name like it carries weight—because it does.
“That’s huge,” you say.
Samuel nods from the driver’s seat. “Yeah. That place is insanely competitive.”
“As it should be,” Penny replies lightly. “I just hope it challenges me the way I want it to.”
Sam clears his throat after a moment. “I’ve been thinking about what I want to do after graduation too,” he says. “Maybe game design. Or something related—programming, media production. Games kind of sit at the intersection of everything I like.”
“That actually suits you,” you say, and he smiles, small but genuine.
Before you know it, the school comes into view.
Sam pulls into the parking lot and parks. The place feels strange without the usual crowds—only a handful of cars scattered across the wide stretch of asphalt. Without students everywhere, the school looks bigger. Emptier.
You step out and follow them toward the main entrance. The doors open with a hollow echo, and inside, the building is completely silent. No locker doors slamming, no voices bouncing down the halls—just the low buzz of fluorescent lights.
“Well,” Penny says, adjusting the strap of her bag over her shoulder, “I need to head straight to Mr. Hodges’ classroom if I want to get there on time.”
She glances back at you. “It’s not just for students, by the way. It’s a community class they’re hosting here over the summer.”
That gives you pause.
“You coming with me,” she asks, “or did you just come to grab your hoodie from your locker?”
You stop in the middle of the hallway. Only then does it click—Mr. Hodges, a summer community class.
Life drawing.
The realization settles in slowly. Nude models. Posing under bright lights. The thought of a hot, naked man standing confidently at the front of the room sends a quiet thrill through you.
The hallway stretches ahead, silent and waiting.
What do you want to do?
