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Prompt: Inside a busy Texas high school cafeteria at midday under harsh fluorescent lighting, a white American teen bully, Jax (17, tall, varsity jacket, smug), swings his sneaker up and kicks an orange lunch tray out of the hands of a white American man posing as a substitute teacher (early 50s, beige cardigan, thick-rimmed glasses), splattering pizza and chocolate milk across his chest as students gasp and raise phones. The camera starts in a wide shot capturing the tray flip and the crowd’s recoil, then snaps to a tight close-up on the teacher’s calm face as he slowly removes his glasses and straightens his posture. Jax leans in, laughing, and spits, “Clean it up, grandpa.” The teacher lifts a red-bordered ID badge into frame with steady hands and says, low and controlled, “I’m the Dean of Discipline.” The room’s laughter dies into tense silence as the camera pushes in on Jax’s smile fading. No logos, no brand names, no signage, no watermarks, no text overlays. Grounded, cinematic realism with a sharp, ominous music sting at the end.. Model: sora-2-text-to-video. Explore community-created AI videos in the Free Ai Video Generator gallery.
Prompt
Inside a busy Texas high school cafeteria at midday under harsh fluorescent lighting, a white American teen bully, Jax (17, tall, varsity jacket, smug), swings his sneaker up and kicks an orange lunch tray out of the hands of a white American man posing as a substitute teacher (early 50s, beige cardigan, thick-rimmed glasses), splattering pizza and chocolate milk across his chest as students gasp and raise phones. The camera starts in a wide shot capturing the tray flip and the crowd’s recoil, then snaps to a tight close-up on the teacher’s calm face as he slowly removes his glasses and straightens his posture. Jax leans in, laughing, and spits, “Clean it up, grandpa.” The teacher lifts a red-bordered ID badge into frame with steady hands and says, low and controlled, “I’m the Dean of Discipline.” The room’s laughter dies into tense silence as the camera pushes in on Jax’s smile fading. No logos, no brand names, no signage, no watermarks, no text overlays. Grounded, cinematic realism with a sharp, ominous music sting at the end.