"ARE YOU FREAKING kidding me?" Stesha stood up in so much rage that her chair fell to the ground with a thud.

The headmistress motioned her to sit down. "Just calm down, Laure."

"No!" she almost shouted. "Why are you appointing her as the new president of the student council? We have existing members in the council who are more worthy to take over the throne than her."

"Are you referring to yourself, Stesha?" someone from the student council who doesn't belong to Dawn's group of circles asked.

"What do you mean, Kate? Are you saying that I'm not worthy of the throne?" Stesha asked back, averting her gaze toward the young woman.

Kate sarcastically laughed as she stood up from her seat with proper composure. "Your group bullied our scholars ever since the school started. There were outsiders and drugs during the acquaintance party, and a lot of anomalies happened within a few weeks of your group's entitlement. So, are you really worthy to take over the throne that once belonged to Dawn? Because you are way worse than her, and not even one of you deserved to be the next student council president."

"Kate," Candice called with a warning tone. "Don't you ever cross the line. You don't want to get on our bad side."

Kate rolled her eyes and scoffed. "I'm done doing all your laundry, ladies."

Candice was about to get up from her seat when Traci stopped her from starting chaos. Traci stayed calm, if not for her friends, then for herself. I knew so well that she had been hiding something up her sleeves, something dark that might put her in place.

Traci stood up and looked at me. "Congratulations on becoming the president, Michelle. Rest assured that we will all follow your plans for the betterment of the students of La Trinidad."

"Traci. . ."

"Just accept our fate, Candice." With just one look, Candice surrendered like a puppy.

Samantha clapped her hand, followed by the headmistress and Kate, as they congratulated me altogether. I didn't know what to feel.

Should I be happy?

Should I open a bottle of champagne and celebrate such a milestone in life?

Damn, I just wished that my life would be the same as Dawn's, but I didn't expect to claim her throne at the end of the day. Finally, the tables have turned, and that's what matters the most. . . right?

I stood up and bowed to everyone with delight. "I will do my very best to serve what's best for the students of La Trinidad."

Honestly, it wasn't my fault to be appointed as the president. If Candice badly wanted to be one, they needed to kill me first. Speak of the devil, as soon as the meeting ended and the other attendees left the room, Candice confronted me angrily. She was still mad about the sudden decision made by the headmistress without consulting the members of the student council and the students of La Trinidad.

Candice grabbed my shoulder from behind and forced me to face her. She was about to burst into anger as her face turned red like a potato. Her grip on my shoulder tightened while she breathed heavily every second.

I knew this was trouble. Hence, I didn't expect something brutal from Candice when her fist landed directly on my nose. I took a couple of steps backward before I landed on my butt. Candice didn't hold back as she positioned herself on top of me and gave me several attempts of hard punches that I had barely dodged. I wasn't in the right state of mind, and my body was about to surrender as the pain started to commence.

I wanted to punch back.

I wanted to push her away.

But nothing left in me at this very moment. I didn't even know why I was so out of energy. I just stared at Candice while taking her punches as she pulled my hair from time to time. My eyes landed on Traci and Stesha, but they simply smiled at me. I wanted to shout for help, but no one was present to save my pathetic self.

"Take that, you commoner!" Candice shouted as she punched me in the head for the last time.

Candice breathed heavily after what she did to me as her friends helped her get up on her feet. The three of them looked at me with pure disgust before they left the room. I stayed still on the ground, totally defeated.

Just patiently waiting for the day to end.

"Psycho," I whispered to myself when I already tasted rusty liquid flowing at the side of my busted lips.

After a few minutes of gaining my energy back, I slowly get up, only to see my art professor standing outside the meeting room like she stood there for a while now and just watched the scenery unfold before her.

Another psycho is on the loose.

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