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[b][i][color=7B68EE]Monday, October 8th, 2018[/color][/i][/b]
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It was just your usual Monday morning: the start of a new week for the residents of Crown Heights, Florida. For the Senior class of Kings Academy, it was the first time back at school since the fiasco that was their Homecoming dance, and they were certain that the incidents that had transpired that night would not go unnoticed by the faculty. It came to no surprise to absolutely anyone that the second the teens entered their homeroom classroom, they were notified that their presence was requested at the auditorium for an emergency assembly. And so, the seniors left the same way they had gone

[color=7B68EE]“Good morning, students,”[/color] [url=https://media2.giphy.com/media/W5yuEjaK0PrNe/giphy.gif]Mrs. Chamberlain[/url] began in her usual strict, brisk tone of voice, giving them all a stern look before clearing her throat and continuing. [color=7B68EE]“First of all, I would like to address the appalling and absolutely [i]atrocious[/i] behavior my faculty and I witnessed at the Homecoming dance last Saturday. Fist fights, underage drinking, suspected drug use, the involvement of the Palm Beach PD in one [i]particular[/i] case-”[/color] she paused, shooting Kavi Salvador a meaningful look. [color=7B68EE]“These are not the morals and values we teach and abide by at this school. All students guilty of any of these transgressions will be contacted throughout the day to be penalized accordingly, and I will personally be keeping an eye out for any further mischief from this point onward. If this unacceptable behavior continues to occur throughout the year, I will have no other choice than to declare a cancellation of this year’s Prom Night.”[/color]

A wave of angry, outraged whispers and mutters echoed across the auditorium at the threat. Yet being as experienced as she was with dealing with snobbish, entitled, ungrateful children, Mrs. Chamberlain didn’t so much as flinch at the attacks, choosing to merely roll her eyes at their childish reaction and raising  a hand. [color=7B68EE]“[i]Enough[/i],”[/color] she commanded, keeping her cold, unflinching stare upon her students until there was only silence in the room once more. [color=7B68EE]“Keep each other in line and there shall be no reason for me to penalize.”[/color]

There was a pause as Mrs. Chamberlain let the words sink in, waiting a few more seconds before continuing on. [color=7B68EE]“In other news, I am proud to announce that the Homecoming King and Queen for this year’s graduating class are Santiago Fernández and Julie Macmillan. Mr. Fernandez, Ms. Macmillan: please present yourselves to the stage now for the official coronation. Congratulations to both.”[/color]

The room filled up with honest and hypocritical applause alike as a smug Santiago and a visibly uncomfortable Julie made their way up the steps and to the center of the auditorium stage. The two teens stood side by side while the ever-cheerful [url=https://www.welovebuzz.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/life-is-happening_zpsow6oshmv.gif]Mrs. Sanders[/url] placed the sashes and the crowns on their heads, and then made a few poses for the yearbook photographer. As the flash of the final photo vanished, something on the crowd caused the boy to immediately tense up, jaw squared and a frown on his handsome face just before he and Julie were ushered out of the stage.

Once they had taken their seats, Mrs. Chamberlain continued. [color=7B68EE]“Finally, I have taken the liberty of appointing you all here today for the purpose of three educational lectures that will cover topics of utmost importance to this vulnerable stage of your young, tender lives. I am confident each of you will find them useful in your own way, and hope that the valuable information provided is taken to heart and put into action as soon as possible.”[/color]

And for the next three hours, the seniors of King’s Academy were subjected to three lectures about the consequences of underage drinking, drug use and sexual activity. They were spared of no details: being told and shown in graphic detail the damage alcohol caused to the body, mind and soul, how marijuana was a gateway drug that would lead to an eventual heroin overdose in a dirty alleyway of some shady city, how straying away from the path of God and refusing to be abstinent was the biggest mistake they could ever make, how being sexually active would lead them down a sinful road of perversion and depravity, and how an unplanned pregnancy basically meant that the rest of your life was officially over. The minutes spent in the room were grueling and mentally scarring for all of them, and not even the pocket-sized bag of condoms and lube handed out were enough to make them forget the insanity of what they had just seen and heard. After what seemed like an eternity, the bell signaling their early lunchtime gave the teens the begged-for, sweet relief from the faculty-imposed torture.[/color][/indent][/indent]