*My alarm began to ring.*
I woke up as sunlight reflected directly into my eyes. I got out of bed and stood in front of the mirror in my room.
*"Today is a big day,"* I said to myself.
Today was the day I was starting high school—and not just any school, a completely new one.
My name is *Clark Johnson*.
My mother is *Christabel Johnson*, and my father is *Andrew Johnson*.
We all live together in London, in a cozy white bungalow.
Still buzzing with excitement, I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, took my bath, and got dressed for my first day of high school. I just couldn't wait to get there.
*CHRISTABEL* (from downstairs):
*"Clark! Breakfast is ready! Hurry up—you don't want to be late on your first day!"*
*CLARK* (shouting back):
*"I'm coming, Mom!"*
*He says as he walks downstairs to the dining table.*
*CLARK:*
*"Mom, where's Dad?"*
*CHRISTABEL:*
*"Aww, honey… he left early today. There was an emergency at work. He's the manager of the company, you know. If anything goes wrong, he gets blamed."*
*CLARK:*
*"I thought he was going to drive me to school today… I feel really awful now."**CHRISTABEL* (softly):
*"Don't be mad, honey. I'm here to take you to school. I'll drop you off before heading to work, alright?"*
*CLARK:*
*"Okay, Mom."*
*CHRISTABEL:*
*"Now sit and eat your food. You don't want to be late."*
*SCHOOL PARKING LOT – MORNING*
*Clark steps out of the car as his mom, Christabel, waves goodbye.*
*CHRISTABEL*
*"Good luck, sweetheart! Be yourself!"*
*Clark nods, adjusts his backpack, and walks toward the school gates, looking around in amazement. New faces, tall buildings, colorful lockers—everything felt fresh.*
*CLARK (V.O.)
*It was my first day at my new school. I had already done my registration before resumption, so I knew my class and seat.*
CONTINUOUS*
*Clark enters confidently.*
*CLARK*
*"Hi, everyone."*
*Only a few students respond. The rest just stare in silence. Clark shrugs it off and finds his seat. A few seconds later, a female teacher walks in.*
*MISS JULIET*
*"Alright, everyone settle down."*
(she looks toward Clark)
*"This is Clark, the new student I told you about. Clark, I'm Miss Juliet—welcome to our school. Teaching hours start in a few minutes, so settle in."*
*She exits briefly.*
MOMENTS LATER*
*A boy, tall and cocky, walks up to Clark's desk. His name is Kelvin.*
*KELVIN**"Hey, newbie. That's my seat you're in."*
*CLARK*
*"I think you're mistaken. This is my assigned seat. I saw you sitting over there when I came in."*
*KELVIN*
*"So… you're not gonna move?"*
*CLARK*
*"I'm new. I don't want any trouble. Just go back to your seat."*
*KELVIN*
(smirking)
*"Then you're about to get into trouble if you don't move."*
*CLARK*
(sighs, calmly)
*"I know you just want to start something. But fine… it's my first day. I'll move."*
*Clark quietly gets up and moves to another seat.*
*KELVIN*
*"Yeah, I thought you wouldn't stand your ground."*
*A moment later, Miss Juliet walks back in and begins teaching.*
– LUNCHTIME
*Clark sits alone at a table, quietly eating. Suddenly, Kelvin and his usual gang—Martin, Richard, and Peter—walk up to him. They're known bullies.*
*KELVIN*
(smirking)
*"Hey, newbie."*
*CLARK*
(sighs, tired)
*"Hey, bruh. What do you want now?"*
*KELVIN*
(pretending to be shocked)
*"Whoa... he just called me bruh!"*
*The others laugh mockingly.*
*CLARK*
*"What's the matter now? I already told you—I don't want any trouble."*
*KELVIN*
*"I don't think you know who I am."*
*Clark ignores him and keeps eating. Kelvin scowls, then signals Martin.*
*KELVIN*
*"Martin, grab his food."*
*Martin snatches the plate off the table.*
*CLARK*
(standing up, frustrated)
*"What the hell is wrong with you guys? I'm trying to stay cool. I just want peace."*
*Clark tries to walk away, but Richard shoves him back.*
*He turns the other way—Peter blocks him.*
*CLARK*
*"Out of my way, bruh."*
*PETER*
*"Or what?"*
*Clark hesitates, then shoves Peter. Peter stumbles back. Instantly, Kelvin punches Clark hard in the face. Clark tries to act back but students around them rush in to hold him back.*
*The crowd is buzzing. Clark stands there, bruised, hurt—not just physically.*
*MR. MIKE (O.S.)*
(shouting angrily)
*"Enough! Both of you—my office. Now!"*
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*INT. PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE – MOMENTS LATER*
*Clark and Kelvin stand before Mr. Mike's desk.*
*MR. MIKE*
(to Kelvin)
*"Two weeks of detention, Kelvin. And honestly, I'm not even surprised. You fight everyone. You act like the boss of this school. If not for your father's good reputation, you'd be expelled by now."*
*Kelvin rolls his eyes.*
*MR. MIKE*
(turning to Clark)
*"Clark... you're new. I'm disappointed. Is this how you want to start your journey here?"*
*CLARK*
(softly but firmly)
*"With all due respect, sir... I didn't start anything. I tried to walk away, but they forced me. I didn't even throw a punch."*
*MR. MIKE*
(sternly)
*"Four days of detention. Next time, report the situation. Don't try to handle it yourself."*
*CLARK*
*"But I was—"*
*MR. MIKE*
(cutting him off)
*"Enough. Go now. Both of you. Serve your punishments."*
AFTERNOON*
*Clark walks slowly, his head down. He wasn't upset about detention. What hurt more was being misunderstood… being seen as a troublemaker on his very first day, even when he tried to do everything right.