His high school

There were few other places that he hated more than his own high school. It was where he took the brunt of the bullying and spirit breaking humiliation beyond the previous year, and he could not think of any better place to enact his will than a place with so many bad memories. Tom confidently stormed his way to school and into the front courtyard. It was the beginning of a school day, so it was filled with the hustle of a typical morning, from students frolicking to teachers yelling out disciplinary measures in vain. It was a very unruly school where the faculty had little control. The ones who truly held that crown was the student body as a whole. They had the power to make or break whomever they wanted, inclusive of the grown ups who are **** to play politics with the little cretins to keep their jobs and their sanity. Many secrets laid within every hall and locker rooms. Any outside influence would only see the place as a typical suburban high school should look, complete with energetic students, hardworking staff and all around good vibes with every smile seen on campus.

To Tom, he knew what those smiles really meant. He could not care less, for he was not here to correct the injustices in the system. He was here to take whatever he wanted, make whomever he wanted dance to his tune, and ultimately, have his ****.