Sort of, what school's ACTUALLY for is a much better tactic: they kill our love for learning.
You KNOW it's you, it has to be... and you're so incredibly angry when you find out it isn't. You feel the envy and the rage surge through you as you plunge your knife into her back, tears streaming down your face. She made you do it, you tell yourself. It's her fault.
Especially if they complain about each other to the online friend all the time but don't realize
Your entire life is an experiment, and unbeknownst to you, everyone around you is a highly trained actor. Recently, though, the funding for your experiment got cut, and the quality of actors suddenly dropped. You’re getting suspicious.
She who must not be named.
Why does this remind me of the one that said "She arrived in London disguised as a boy"? (This here is the basis for the idea tbh.)
Save the child.
Nelli- I think you could make this(or something like this) really good!
Prompt -- you sold your soul to the Devil some years ago. today he gives it back and says, "I need a favor"