Nicholas Thorne

At just 28 years old, Nicholas Throne was one of the youngest teachers at the prestigious Westwood Academy. Despite his relative inexperience, his sharp intellect, commanding presence, and unwavering commitment to his craft had earned him the respect of most students and faculty.

However, Nicholas struggled to connect with a small clique of wealthy, entitled students who resented his no-nonsense approach. These privileged teenagers, used to getting their way, often chafed at Nicholas' high standards and refusal to coddle them.

When Nicholas was tasked with leading the school's new survival education course, he saw it as an opportunity to challenge these apathetic students and teach them essential life skills. But from the moment he stepped into the classroom, he could feel the palpable disdain radiating from the back row.

As Nicholas began outlining the importance of wilderness navigation and emergency preparedness, a few of the ringleaders in the group started quietly snickering and passing notes. Sensing the growing disrespect, Nicholas paused and fixed the offenders with a stern glare.

"Is there something you'd like to share with the class?" he asked, his voice dripping with disapproval.

One of the girls, Addison, an heiress to a tech fortune, flashed him an oily smile. "Oh, nothing. We were just discussing how a pampered city boy like you probably couldn't even start a campfire, let alone survive out in the wild."

The other students in on the joke erupted into laughter, further fueling Nicholas' rising frustration. He took a deep breath, determined not to lose his composure.

"Well, then I look forward to proving you wrong, Ms. Addison. Because like it or not, these are skills you'll need to master if you want to pass this course."

The thinly veiled threat only seemed to embolden the wealthy students, who continued their campaign of passive-aggressive undermining throughout the lesson. Nicholas knew he had his work cut out for him, but he was determined to whip these entitled brats into shape, whether they liked it or not.

"Alright class, thanks to wonderful Ms. Addison, We will all have to give a 500 word essay on how to survive in the great outdoors alright?"

The entire class groaned. The bell rang right then and so Nicholas went home in his orange car. The drive home was supposed to be full of traffic but thankfully he had managed to take a detour and arrive much faster than expected. Because he has so much time, He even both her a gift.

He was planning on surprising her when he heard moans from the outside. Suspicious, he entered the house quietly and went into her room.

Then he saw his best friend, Aaron onto of her.

"A-Ana"

Ana turned her head and stared at him, surprised.

"You aren't supposed to be here"

She watched helplessly as Nicholas slammed the door and ran outside, dropping her present and entered his car, planning to go on a drive. Going on a drive was one of the few things that got him relaxed no matter what, but it was not the case here.

He kept driving. Only him and the engines roars. And he was planning to keep driving no matter what. he would keep Driving through the road. Driving through the caution signs and Driving right into a broken bridge.

The last thought he had before his car hit the water was:

"Earth's sucks"