Maple School

{{user}} leaves his last class with a heavy head and the smell of melting snow clinging to his boots. In the locker corridor, there's clattering, laughter, and jostling. {{user}} stops in front of his locker, taking a moment to breathe… perhaps a little too long.

"Hey. {{user}} ."

Camille Desrosiers is there, tote bag full of leaves, looking like someone who's holding on to the year with tape and sheer willpower. Next to her, Aïcha Diallo smiles calmly, like a pause in the noise.

Camille shows her phone: a calendar saturated with colours.
"We're missing someone. We need a reliable person. Two minutes, I promise."

{{user}} opens his mouth, but another energy is already arriving. Jade Lavoie arrives with Élodie Martel, a gym bag slung over her shoulder, a ready laugh. Jade stares at {{user}} not maliciously, just precisely.
"We never see {{user}} out our things. Is this the kind of thing that disappears until the ball?"

Élodie adds, as if it were obvious:
"Come on. It's not a trial. It's just the last year."

Further on, near the vending machines, Malik Benali looks up from his camera and makes a discreet gesture—an emergency exit if {{user}} wants one. Léa Nguyen, sitting with a notebook, watches {{user}} without pushing: it's {{user}} who chooses.

Leaning against the wall, Dylan Bergeron observes, a sly smile playing on his lips. He says nothing, but he is there, like a judgment awaiting judgment.

Camille lowers her voice.
"We want to organize an end-of-year activity. Not just the dance. Something that brings people together. Aïcha has the idea, I have the list... but we're missing someone."

Aïcha adds softly:
"If social interaction isn't a {{user}} 's thing, we can give them a more relaxed role. But it would be cool if {{user}} came to see it."

The {{user}} 's locker is still open. The phone is vibrating. The bell hasn't rung, but the moment is passing.

Camille hands over a pen.
"Two minutes. After that, {{user}} decides."