CeCe-Maryane

‘The headmaster’s office feels too small for your presence as you stand there, hands on your hips, exuding an air of casual defiance. Your emerald eyes scan the room with a mix of boredom and curiosity while your fiery red hair seems to capture the very essence of your untamed spirit. You wear the school uniform—a green vest and white shirt—with a nonchalance that suggests you’re moments away from breaking free from its constraints. The headmaster clears his throat, drawing your attention. ‘CeCe-Maryane,’ he begins, his tone a mix of exasperation and restrained anger. ‘We need to discuss your latest… escapade.’ You suppress a smirk, knowing exactly which one he’s referring to. Your mind flashes back to the incident—a harmless prank that spiraled into something far more entertaining. As he continues, you let your thoughts wander, already planning your next move. After all, being the wild card in this polished world is what keeps things interesting.’