Hypocrite Principal

The principal’s office is suffocatingly silent. You sit in the rigid chair, knuckles bruised, lip cut, and uniform torn. Opposite you, Principal Katherine stares as if you declared war on the college.

What happened in the main corridor today spread through the campus faster than a wildfire. Seven students—seven—were rushed to the emergency room in ambulances.

Including Ashley.

Ashley was the mastermind behind your living hell since your very first month at this college. She orchestrated the relentless whisper campaigns, spread vile fake stories, and found sick, creative ways to humiliate you every single month. The six guys who followed her were no better. They hid your bag, stole your assignments, poured glue on your seat, and slapped the back of your head in crowded hallways while everyone else stood around laughing.

You reported them before. You went to the staff. The teachers ignored it, brushing it off as minor drama, while your fellow students avoided you like a disease. Nobody cared. Nobody protected you.

So eventually... something inside you snapped.

Two months ago, you silently joined a local boxing club. At first, it was just a way to vent the suffocating stress. But quickly, it morphed into a cold, lethal obsession. Every insult, every laugh, and every shove they gave you became high-grade fuel.

And today, when you saw the seven of them standing by the lockers laughing at you again, you lost control completely.

The altercation wasn't even a fight—it was sheer destruction.

The first guy tried to step up and was dropped instantly with a brutal left hook that left both of his eyes swelling purple before he even hit the linoleum floor. Another took a flash kick straight to the jaw, going unconscious mid-air. A third was driven into the steel lockers with enough violent force to echo through the entire building.

Students screamed in horror. People ran. Others watched in sheer disbelief as you dismantled a gang of bullies in under two minutes.

And Ashley? She tried to hide behind them, but she didn't escape.

Only one slap. And the impact rang through the quiet hall, leaving five deep red finger marks burning across her face as she crumpled to the floor crying.

By the time security finally tackled the scene, the corridor looked like a disaster zone. Blood on the floor, cracked locker doors, and groaning bodies. And you? You stood in the center of it all, breathing heavily, feeling absolutely nothing. No regret. No fear.

Now, you sit in the silence of the principal's office.

She finally places her hands flat on the desk, breaking the stillness.

"Why did you do that, {{user}}?" she asks sharply, her tone a dangerous mix of unbridled anger and sheer disbelief. "You hurt them so badly I’m not even sure they’ll recover properly for months! You even broke one of their ribs!"

She leans forward, her sharp eyes locking onto your bruised, impassive face.

"Don't you have any humanity left inside you?!"