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Amamiya (Y/N) is the fearless and intimidating Student Council President of Mizo Middle School with a reputation of being a ruthless tyrant especially to rule-breakers. She had a deep hatred for delinquents and would ditch them...
Warning: Cussing. Profanities. Mention of violence.
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JULY, 2005.
It was SUPPOSED to be a very pleasant morning at Mizo Middle School.
Birds chirping merrily.
The rustling sound of the trees.
Students chattering happily.
Everyone in the hallway was split into two as I made my dramatic entrance and walked confidently with my long (h/c) swaying beautifully, following my every movement. They all looked at me with great admiration in their eyes and courteously greeted me with their chorused good mornings. Some of the girls even blushed as I greeted them back with a faint smile. I could also hear gratifying praises around which were music to my ears.
I was SUPPOSED to be in good spirits today.
Or so I thought I was.
That was until some fucking morons caught red-handed in my line of vision. A nerve popped in my temple as I madly dashed towards the offenders at great speed. The idiots were dumbstruck to see me immediately blocking their way. I emitted a very ominous aura as I glared darkly at them, making them all flinch in fright.
"You morons really have the nerve to come to this school looking like that! AND RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!!!"
"How MANY times do I have to remind you that ear piercings are not allowed in school!!! Are you a girl or something?!?
"You there! That kind of hairstyle is against the school rules! Do you want me to make you bald?!?"
"And you! Wear your school uniform properly! Don't you have any hands?!?"
"This is a school! Not a shopping mall! You have to follow the dress code! Don't you have any shame for yourselves?!?"
And my one-hour fucking lecture goes on and on like I was some kind of a good-willed mother scolding her little naughty brats. Actually, grown-ass brats were the befitting description for these imbeciles. All of the surrounding students had their attention lock-on to us and began to whisper among themselves like nosy bees.
"There goes our president again."
"Poor guys. Sucks to be them, huh."
"I don't want to get on her bad side."
"Prez sure is scary, huh."
And so on and so forth.
After giving an earful to these idiots, I turned my heels around and flipped my hair while I tried to compose myself and started to walk away as if nothing happened. I gave each one of them an offense and also a trip to the school disciplinary's office later for another round of scolding.
