I don't own the SCP Foundation
Simon Glass POV

Finals Week is torture.  And so is the month leading up to it.  You have heat, everyone in your class is talking about summer when you won't have anything like what they have, and you have stress.  So.  Much.  Stress.  Physics is the hardest for me.  It's just glorified math, and I get a hard time for being bad at it.  Only fun part about it was dropping a bowling ball out the window in October.  ELA, I'm good at that.  And everything else.  Just not physics or math.  Especially not calculus. 

Penny left a while ago.  She was my only friend, really.  Her parents moved across the country for work.  I felt so bad for her this whole school year.  No matter what, John Manson would always bully her.  Even went so far as to punch her, once.  That day, I wanted so badly to hurt him.   I was done with his bullshit.  But I am not skilled in the art of punching people in the face.  So, I did not.  I am above beating people up.  Not when I have better revenge up my sleeve.

I'm scared though. Now that his prime target's gone, who will he choose next? I still have like a week of school left, and I don't want it to be any more hellish than it already is. I mean, he already bullies me, but I don't want to be bullied more. I don't really have anything to look forward to this summer. To be honest, I never did, even when I was at home. Parents were too busy with the Chaos Insurgency to ever pay much attention to me. I wonder how they feel now. With me running off to the Foundation and all.

I didn't have much intel, they knew that. But the Foundation collects ex-GoI members almost as much as they do anomalies, or so Dr. Bright says. I'm not of much use though. I will be of some use when I graduate college, but not that much. They're playing the long game with me. In around seven or so years, they'll have a competent psychologist who is already loyal to the Foundation. Smart. I doubt I would have ever thought of it.

I get driven to school by an agent, so that's cool I guess. He doesn't talk much. For my revenge, I'll need to wait until the last day of school. And then, I can do it. My diabolical plan, worthy of Dr. Bright's joke list. They still haven't taken that down I guess. He's a senior. I'm going to fuck up his senior graduation picture. I don't know how that idiot managed to graduate, but he did. Now, I'm gonna ruin that for him.

I already screwed up his prom. By "befriending" his girlfriend and asking her to join me and Penny to prom. Months before prom even started. While their relationship was very rocky. And then, when everything was right as rain between them, she had to uphold her side of the deal. So, idiot had no date to prom. Carla Sanchez is a woman of her word, for sure.

We weren't really friends. At least, not to me. I befriended her six months before prom started, to be able to ask her to prom as friends. I play the long game. I don't hold grudges that much, but when I do, I take them to the grave. Unless I get some sweet revenge. One evil prank for punching Penny, one evil prank for bullying her. Nobody fucks with my friend's mental health and gets away with it.

I pass him in the hallway, getting some rather horrible names thrown at me as I do. Penny, I feel so fucking bad for you. How did you survive this all year? I keep thinking about what I'm gonna do to him. It comforts me. One test today, and it's physics. Fuck physics, fuck everything about it. I just hope it'll be quick. I would rather clean 173's cell than do one more fucking math problem. That's how done I am with math in general.

Ugh, I have so much respect for people who do this every day. Oh wait, I do this every day. I head to the testing room, thinking of all the ways I can fail. And contemplating faking an illness to get out of it. But, it's too late for that. My pen is in my hand, and my idiot brain is ready. See you in 3 hours, internal diary.

Well, that was not too bad. I remembered at least half the formulas, so that's pretty good. I take my physics textbook out of my locker and hand it to the teacher. He's pretty cool, and tried to help me. He doesn't know that I'm hopeless in every aspect of the word. "This thing is heavy enough to kill someone.", I remark. "That's why we don't mess around with them. Nobody wants to end up like Steve.", he replies, taking the book.

Oh, poor, poor Steve. He was in a fight after school, with some skinny tenth grade girl. She had a huge AP Physics textbook on her, and brought it down over the poor sap's head. The fight was over that second, and she walked away with only a small cut. The stupid thug pulled a switchblade on her. Steve had to go to the hospital. It was in March. He still hasn't come back. I'm starting to think he's dead and I just don't know about it.

Oh well. I didn't care about him anyway. But I did see the fight. I've seen blood before. My own, other people's, even a huge puddle of it next to a D-Class. That was one nasty containment breach. But that amount of blood on someone not considered expendable, that fucked me up a fair bit. The smell, too. It never really leaves you. Haunted my dreams for a while after that. But, props to that girl for beating up a guy two times her size, so hard he still hasn't come back from the hospital.

She's a living legend now among the ninth and tenth graders. Scratch that, the whole school. She doesn't even look capable of carrying that book, let alone bashing someone's brains out with it. The agent is here, on time as always, and I get into the car. He, as usual, does not talk. Then, the familiar sight of Site 19 comes into view, and I'm home. Well, as much as anyone can be at home with certain death a door away from you at all times. I sleep either in a spare containment cell, or in the break room.

Everywhere else is already occupied, and they weren't about to put me with the D-class. It's an unlocked cell, and a comfy one at that. The more home-like areas are reserved for actual staff. Most researchers live either on-site or very close by. Makes sense, nobody wants a commute. Dr. Sinclair is one of the ones who lives onsite. She makes work her life, pretty much.

"Hey!  You seem a bit off, everything alright?", Dr. Sinclair says, walking next to me.  "I'm fine.", I reply, walking faster.  She turns into the Euclid class containment wing.  I think that's what that wing is.  I head into the break room.  Only Dr. Bright in here, and he has what appears to be the last croissant.  Not cool, man.   After a while, Dr. Sinclair comes back, Alita in tow, as usual.  She closes the break room door so the toddler can't escape.

"Well, say hello.", Dr. Sinclair says, letting go of Alita.  "Hi Simon.", she says, before walking face first into a couch.  Ladies and gentlemen, a future researcher.  Hers is the only file they let me read.  I mean, raising her to be a researcher is a fair bit risky, but also extremely smart.  Already loyal, already knows what you need her to, already good at not asking questions, and lives onsite.  That's more than what you get with a fresh college student, I guess. 

Hm.  I feel more at home here than I ever did at my own house.  That's kinda weird.  And Alita feels more like a sister than my actual older sister.   Fuck it.  I live in a place where an orange slime can come and make your day better, and where half a cat who likes cheese can climb in your lap.  Having a paranormal baby sister is the least weird thing here.

Speaking of half a cat, Josie is on my lap right now. She's cute. We watch Alita make a fool of herself before sitting on the floor. No homework for me today, just studying. The big math test is tomorrow, and I need to pass it. I don't stay long at the break room. Too many people congregate there, and I'm trying to plan shit. That shit being an egg on John's head right before his picture is taken. And he sleeps in class a lot, so I'll draw a mustache in Sharpie on him too.

That's what you get for hurting my friend, buddy.  After studying, I didn't do much, mainly just hanging around.  The cafeteria is usually really busy around this time.  I can almost never get a seat there, between all the guards and researchers.  So, I go either a little earlier or later.  The chef there likes me, since I'm nice.  She told me that I remind her of her son.  That's nice. 

After grabbing some food, which is actually pretty good, I just head back to my room.  Not in the mood for socializing today, and everyone is just working anyway.  Night comes pretty fast, and I fall asleep quite quickly. 

——————One—Week—Later——————

It's finally the day of my revenge.  I managed to sneak a couple eggs from the kitchen, and a Sharpie from someone's desk.  John ruined my friend's whole year.  I ruin his graduation.  I know, revenge isn't the healthiest thing for me to fixate on, but he deserves it.  And everyone knows that doctors never follow their own advice.  The agent who drives me doesn't know.  Dr Sinclair doesn't know.  Not even Bright knows.  This is between me and my worst enemy. 

I find him in line waiting for pictures.  Silently, I crack my eggs, pouring the contents on his head.  I didn't have time to do the marker mustache, sadly.  It's his turn for pictures, and he's just starting to feel it.  Snap.  The picture is taken, and now feels the egg trickle down his neck.  I'm far away from him at this point.  He screams, feeling the egg on his head.  I disappear into the crowd, bumping into my Psychology teacher.  Yeah, I took that elective this year.

"Oh hi, Simon!  Great job this year, and I hope you come back!", she says, high fiving me.  "Yep, I will be coming back!  The class was really fun!", I reply, walking away.  And it was.  Despite the boy who wanted to make my year a living hell, it was still fun.  No amount of calculus or idiots is going to take my memories of that deliciously sweet prom revenge from me.  Beautiful.  I'll be better next year, when he's gone.  And who says I can't have a darker side.  Nobody.  And the summer will be even better. 

[A/N]  Yep, Simon Glass hell-bent on revenge was fun to write.  Be prepared for a major time skip next chapter, of about two years.  Thanks for reading, and have a great day!