Leave school
From Create Your Own Story
"You know what, class?" you suddenly say in the middle of a lecture. They are silent, looking at you, waiting. "Fuck it!" you say: "Dismissed!" As they blink and try to process what you, the prudish historian, has just said, you smile at them and walk out of the classroom. The hall is empty, and your steps echo like a march. The car is waiting, keys in your pocket. You start the engine.
Do you:
