Dear Violet,
I've been wondering why there were already officers in the council, we didn't even do elections last year. Boy Rascal heard that they were appointed by the principal. Now that's weird, this is like the first time the highest positions in student organizations were just appointed. No democracy used at all.
But there's one thing that bothers me more.
It was lunch time, the 5 officers of the SSLG were strolling around the school. They were the treasurer, peace officer, auditor, and the secretary. The vice president was absent. Those 4 were familiar faces in this school, they were talking to a beautiful student that I'm sure I'm not familiar with. Not even my classmates.
They were pointing at the buildings and lawns while conversing with her, as if they were touring her around. Wait, maybe that's what happened, she looks like a transferee. She's wearing the same black-white polo shirt as them, she might be an officer?
Our classmate pulled us three back to our room suddenly because the time ended. I was still dumbfounded. I can still hear Cat's voice to this day.
"OMG, isn't that the peace officer?? Shit, he's tall, dark, and handsome! Dammit he's HOT-"
"that's it, we're going,", We pulled her.
"Can you shut up, downbad woman?", the rascal added.
During afternoon subjects, those same people we saw earlier toured inside our Gabaldon building (where half of grade 10 sections reside). When they passed by our room, our classmates waved hi. The officers waved back.
"Damn, the treasurer's so pretty!"
"Who's that guy with glasses?? The auditor??"
I didn't listen to any more simping whispers and questions of my classmates. Boy Rascal suddenly tapped me.
"Did you see the unfamiliar girl?", he leaned on my desk.
"The slender and pale one with long hair and bangs on the forehead?", I leaned closer to him, he nodded.
"I heard she's the appointed president, a transferee but she's the president."
I was like... WHAT? That is some big connection right there, the principal must know her or her family to appoint her as an officer, specifically as a PRESIDENT.
I was zoning out until the rascal tapped me. Didn't notice I stared at him a little too long because of that thought.
"If you keep staring at me like that, I'd melt." He lowered his voice.
I punched his arm; he laughed it off as he went back to his chair. I saw Cat staring at me, smirking devilishly. What the hell is wrong with these two?
Back to the topic. Everyone went silent when they saw the new president too, they started asking questions because no one knew her. Not just that, she looked intimating as well. With those dead eyes looking at you, I'm pretty sure you'll turn into rock.
She's pretty, her pale skin stands out with her jet-black hair. I would've mistaken her as a vampire. Those sharp eyes are like spears that will pierce you hard enough to be petrify your entire body.
I'm not a journalist anymore, why am I being poetic? Maybe that's the effect of intimidation.
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