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Characters:

R – Calm, intense, powerful, introverted. The “main character” energy.

Diva – Loud, dramatic, egoistic junior.

Crowd – Group of students in the corridor.

Diva’s Friends – Backup drama crew.

\[Scene opens in a long, echoing school corridor. The faint sound of music drifts through the air. R walks slowly, her expression neutral, earphones in place. She’s completely immersed in the rhythm — "Drunk-Dazed" by Enhypen plays softly.\]

SFX: (“Drunk-Dazed” faintly playing)

\[Her school uniform looks effortlessly cool — blazer undone, hoodie over her shirt, skirt swinging slightly with each step. Shoulder-length wavy hair frames her cold, sharp eyes. Students bustle around her, but she moves like she’s in her own world.\]

\[Suddenly — WHAM! Diva walks straight into her, shoulder-checking her hard.\]

DIVA

(taunting)

Oops. Didn’t see you there, senior. smirks dramatically, flipping her hair

[R doesn’t even glance at her. She just keeps walking.]

DIVA

(raising her voice)

What? You think you’re too good to respond now? You blind or just full of yourself?

\[She rushes up behind R and rips out her earphones. The song now blasts into the hallway like a call for war.\]

SFX: (“Drunk-Dazed” playing loudly in the corridor)

\[Students pause. Heads turn. Phones come out. A crowd quickly forms around them.\]

DIVA

(mocking)

Kneel. Apologize. Right here. Right now.

Or are you too scared to speak without your music protecting you?

[R stops. Slowly turns around. Her gaze is unreadable, calm — too calm.]

R

(quiet, dangerous tone)

You done?

DIVA

(scornfully)

What did you say?

R

(ice cold)

STFU, you bitch.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

\[A wave of gasps rolls through the crowd. Diva’s eyes widen.\]

DIVA

(furious)

You dare—!?

R

(calmly, like she’s stating a fact)

Blame yourself only.

\[Then — like thunder — BAM! R punches Diva right in the face. She drops like a rock. The beat of the song drops perfectly in sync.\]

SFX: (beat drop hits hard)

CROWD: (gasps, scattered cheers)

\[Diva’s friends scream and charge at R.\]

\[R doesn’t hesitate. She dodges, spins, lands a kick, a slap, a hook — each move timed perfectly with the music playing from her phone. One by one, they fall.\]

SFX: (fighting sounds blend with rhythm — choreography intense and musical)

~~

[In just seconds, the corridor is silent again. Diva groans on the floor, her hair disheveled. Her crew lies scattered. The crowd is stunned into silence.]

[R calmly walks over, bends down, and snatches her phone back from Diva’s trembling hand.]

[She leans in. Her voice is soft — terrifying.]

~~

R

(whispers)

Look out for yourself, baby.

You’re doomed now.

~~

[R stands up, puts her earphones back in. She flips her hoodie over her head, turns around, and walks away — slow, effortless, unstoppable.]

[The crowd parts like waves around her.]

~~

CROWD

(whispering in awe)

She’s… iconic.

She’s the main character.

~~

[Music continues as the camera pans upward — R exiting down the hallway, fading into the distance, her head held high.]

FADE OUT.

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[Scene: A bright classroom. Students chatting. Desks in place. Whispering fills the air.]

[SFX: Door opens softly. Footsteps.]

[R steps in. Hood up, earphones hanging. She walks calmly.]

As R stepped into the classroom, the energy instantly shifted.

[Students turn. Murmurs start.]

Heads turned. Whispers rippled through the room. A few girls rushed toward her, crowding in, throwing questions her way with wide eyes and shocked expressions.

But R didn’t stop. She didn’t speak.

At that moment, H stood up from his seat.

H — the class clown. The boy who never took anything seriously. The one who constantly teased R, though everyone knew he had a not-so-secret crush on her.

But today… he wasn’t joking.

His eyes were locked on R — sharp, unreadable, intense.

It wasn’t his usual playful stare. It felt different.

And that difference made R freeze.

Something about that gaze stirred something in her chest.

It was familiar.

Too familiar.

It reminded her of that night — the night when everything changed.

He wasn’t smiling this time. His face was cold. Serious. Almost warning.

As if daring anyone in that room to say one more word to R.

As if he’d eliminate them right there.

R kept her pace steady and walked straight to her seat, ignoring the chaos building around her.

But even as she sat, her thoughts were spinning.

> “I’ve felt that gaze before.

It was familiar… but from where?

Where did I experience it before?”

She couldn’t remember.

Meanwhile, the entire class was buzzing. Quietly gossiping, throwing glances, but no one dared say anything aloud — not with H sitting like a silent guard.

They were blaming R, of course.

Saying she bullied that junior girl, Diva.

Spinning the story like she was the villain.

The teacher finally entered, calming the noise as he started the lesson.

Things moved smoothly — at first.

But just when it felt like things were settling, R’s name echoed through the corridor.

She was summoned to the Principal’s Office.

The teacher looked at her sharply and asked, “What did you even do?”

R didn’t flinch.

Didn’t explain.

Just said coldly, “Not your concern.”

That was it.

The teacher lost it. He grabbed a duster from the table and threw it straight at her.

She leaned slightly to the side — it missed.

The class gasped.

But then — H stood up. Without a word, he grabbed the same duster and hurled it back at the teacher.

It hit the teacher’s head. Clean.

Everyone froze.

H didn’t flinch.

He just looked straight at the teacher like it was personal.

That was his revenge.

For R.

Because to H — R wasn’t just a classmate.

She was someone different.

But........

[R looks at H. The classroom has gone completely silent.]

[Just for a moment, time feels like it stops. The music, the noise — gone.]

R’s eyes meet H’s.

There’s no smirk on his face. No sarcasm.

Just… quiet loyalty.

He doesn’t say a word.

He doesn’t have to.

And in that silence, she saw something…

Not anger.

Not pride.

But a softness.

A memory.

A feeling she couldn’t name —

But didn’t need to.

[R gives the smallest nod. Her expression softens — just a little.]

She doesn’t thank him.

But the look in her eyes says everything.

Cause with that single throw, he made sure she felt safe again.

[H returns to his seat, brushing it off like nothing happened.]

[R walks toward the door, slow and calm.]

The storm had passed.

Then same day something new had just begun.

[Lights fade. Scene ends quietly.]

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