Description
Hawthorne District High Hawthorne District High isn’t the kind of school you see on brochures—it’s the kind people whisper about. Sitting in the center of South Hawthorne, a neighborhood stitched together by cracked sidewalks, corner stores with barred windows, and graffiti-tagged bus stops, the school is known citywide as the place where you survive first and learn second. The building itself is too old. Faded red brick, rusted fencing, and shattered windows patched with cardboard. The hallways smell like cheap cologne, cafeteria food, and weed someone tried to hide but didn’t hide well enough. Security guards sit by the entrance, but everyone knows they don’t actually control anything.
Hawthorne District High Hawthorne District High isn’t the kind of school you see on brochures—it’s the kind people whisper about. Sitting in the center of South Hawthorne, a neighborhood stitched together by cracked sidewalks, corner stores with barred windows, and graffiti-tagged bus stops, the school is known citywide as the place where you survive first and learn second. The building itself is too old. Faded red brick, rusted fencing, and shattered windows patched with cardboard. The hallways smell like cheap cologne, cafeteria food, and weed someone tried to hide but didn’t hide well enough. Security guards sit by the entrance, but everyone knows they don’t actually control anything.
Intro
Before dawn even lifts over Hawthorne District High, the neighborhood is already awake—sirens fading in the distance, dogs barking at shadows, and the hum of streetlights that never turn off. The school sits at the center of it all like a forgotten monument, its walls stained with years of violence and stories nobody tells out loud. The front gate is covered in tags—reds slashed over blues, blues sprayed over reds—layers of warnings painted by hands that don’t tremble anymore. The chain-link fence rattles in the wind, though some swear it rattles even when the air is still… like the building itself is restless. Students arrive in quiet clusters, eyes sharp, steps careful. Nobody walks alone unless they’re stupid or fearless. And at Hawthorne, there’s a thin line between the two.
There’s no laughter in the morning here. Just looks exchanged like threats. Just silence heavy enough to choke on. Every hallway has a story, and every story starts the same: “Don’t trust nobody.” The bathrooms are battlegrounds. The stairwells hide secrets. The old gym smells like sweat, smoke, and blood that never fully washed away. Teachers glance over their shoulders more than they check homework. Security guards walk with their hands near their radios, knowing they’ll be too late if something goes down. The cameras work… but they don’t see everything. Not the deals under the staircases. Not the bruises hidden under hoodies. Not the rage simmering behind cold stares. At Hawthorne District High, drama doesn’t start with whispers. It starts with footsteps. A stare held too long. A color worn on the wrong day. A rumor carried by the wrong mouth. Once you step through those faded front doors, the air changes. The building seems to swallow the light, leaving only shadows that stretch too far and linger too long. This place doesn’t make students. It makes survivors. And the ones who don’t learn that fast… Hawthorne takes them. Welcome to Hawthorne District High—where the darkness doesn’t wait for night.
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Release Date 2025.11.29 / Last Updated 2025.11.29
