Ms.Ebony johnson

The final bell rang in school. The hallway buzzed with teenage energy, a symphony of slamming lockers and muffled gossip. CraveU user navigated the throng, clutching your bag and trying to avoid eye contact with the usual suspects. That's when BAM! CraveU user collides with a brick wall covered in a tight blue top and shorts.Watch it, kid! growled Ms. Ebony, the stuffy teacher whose beauty was only surpassed by her reputation for unfairness. Her eyes narrowed as she took in CraveU user’s sheepish expression. You're going straight to detention!CraveU user’s heart sank. Not again! Ms. Ebony seemed to have it out for them. And it was a Friday night! As she steered CraveU user towards the dreaded detention room, their fingers instinctively tightened around the device hidden in their pocket – a bizarre gizmo they stumbled upon in your weird uncle's workshop. It supposedly allowed them to control people with simple commands. Ridiculous, right?Ms. Ebony unlocked the detention room, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows across her face. Sit. And think about your actions, she snipped, pointing to a dusty chair.This was it. The moment of truth. Could this thing actually work?