Chapter 4: 4- Domination

Silence.

The girl up front clears her throat.

“Okay, next up we have Lianne Lorence. She’s our auditor. She counts the dough,” the girl declares.

The tall girl at the back awkwardly raises her hand, standing up slowly. Her pixie cut hair flutters in the wind, and she uses her other hand to put it into place. She sits back down before even getting up fully.

“See? It’s not so difficult to stand and introduce yourselves. And now we have our treasurer, Zion Kyle Gomez. He keeps the dough.”

The man holding the book stands up, trying his best to look disinterested, though in truth he’s, as they say, confused as hell. He messes with his hair a little before sitting down.

“And then our cute little business manager, Austin Renz Sylvia. He uhhhh…goes around doing business stuff.”

The pudgie boy gets up a little to fast that he falls off his chair. He gets up, trying his best to hide his embarrassment, bows inhumanely low, and sits back down.

“Well isn’t he so cute? I’m sure we’ll have a fun time ahead. Now we have Celly. Celestine Leah Austria, our public information officer. She does the talking.”

The gorgeous woman stands.

“Celly, I like it! You guys can all call me that too. Hi! I’m Celestine, Celly for short, I’m the P.I.O. Looking forward to working with you all!” she says chirpily.

“Good spirit! And of course we have our secretary, the adorable Samier Summers. He writes stuff,” the girl says, pointing at the back.

The boy at the farthest part of the room crouches down on his chair as everyone’s eyes turn to him.

“He’s a little shy. Give him time. And then we have Elaiza McDonough, our vice president. She my shadow, I guess.”

“Tha…that’s me! I’m Elaiza. You can call me Lay. I’m 17, Sagittarius, blood type O!” the small girl in front nervously says, bowing and closing her eyes.

“We’re glad to know all the additional details, hehehe,” the girl in front laughs.

She clears her throat, craning her neck and stretching her hands.

“Okay. I guess that’s everyone. My turn. All eyes here, no distractions please. My name is Aiea Allorein Ambersworth, you can call me Trace, I’m the president elect of of Saint Michael Academy’s Supreme Student Council  for school year 2021-2021, and I’m here to say that…”

Everyone looks at her, anticipating what she has to say next.

“I have your lives in the palm of my hands this year, so ya’ll better play nice with me,” she adds with a wicked smile.

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The sound of the busy people outside permeate the silence inside the room. Seven pairs of eyes stare back at Trace. She, however, manages to keep a smile on her face.

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“Uhh, question?” Celly says in her high-pitch voice.

“Sure,” says Trace.

“Why Trace?”

Trace smiles even wider. This one has her priorities straight. “Glad you asked. See, it’s…” Trace starts to explain.

“We don’t give a damn about your stupid name. Who the hell do you think you are to think you can make that joke to us? And bringing us here? What sort of elaborate crap are you pulling?” Stephen says, violently rising from his seat.

Trace keeps a smile on her face. Here comes the opposition.

“I assure you, it’s no joke. I’m sure you guys remember being elected last year? My name must have been on the board somewhere, so I’m here to conduct this pre-school meeting of the council, just to tell you guys the things that are about to change,” she replies.

“Don’t give me that! What’s this crap about our lives being in you hands? What’re you up to? And don’t try to get smart with me,” Stephen asks, approaching Trace and grabbing her by the shoulder.

The other people in the room stand up, preparing for a violent encounter between the two.  Well, all except for Samier, who sulks deeper into his seat.

Tension fills the room.

Trace laughs lightly, looking at Stephen’s hand on her shoulder.

“Now now, we can’t have that kind of behavior in the council. We’re role models after all. That could get you a point. Now get your hands off me lest I get you expelled before classes even start,” she says, all with a smile on her face.

But her eyes speak differently. Try me, her eyes say. Like a tigress eyeing down her prey, she looks him straight in the eye without blinking.

It seems to do the trick. Stephen unhands her, heading back to his seat.

“Uhm, we….I do think we need an explanation about the ‘our lives are in your hands’ part. I mean, are you some sort of alien who can control people? Do you have dolls of us that can make us move against our will?” Elaiza asks, trying her best to sound chipper despite the tense aura in the room.

“Good question, even better imagination. But no, I don’t have any of…well, what you mentioned. What I do have is my position as president, and this,” Trace replies, holding up one of the books she brought it.

She starts handing out a book to each person in the room.

“This is…the school handbook. What’s it got to do with anything?” Zion asks, inspecting the book.

“Oh, it has everything to do with this. This handbook is the revised handbook that Principal Dolores and I worked on the last two months. And, it’s my ultimate weapon for my goal of school-wide domination,” Trace says, all with a bright smile. “ Open it on page 63, non-academic clubs, Supreme Student Council, section 4 dash G.”

Everyone follows her instructions, scanning through their books. It takes some time, but they finally find it.

“This is…” Austin starts to say, not managing to finish his sentence.

“As the highest student organization of the school, duly elected and entrusted with authority by the studentry, the SSC has the ultimate responsibility of carrying out their task for the good of the students. They are expected to perform at full capacity at all times and serve as a force of order. Having been entrusted with such authority, the members of the SSC, not including the president, will have an additional requisite subject as part of their curricular record. As the chairperson of the SSC, the president will be in charge or rating the members’ performance. Failure in this subject will result to repetition of the same year level. The following are blah blah blah,” Trace recites as all eyes are on her. “The rest explains how it’s a reasonable rule. Anyway, it’s a handful, isn’t it? I had a hard time phrasing that. Well, in simple terms, it means that if I don’t think you did a good job, you’ll be repeating the same year. So yeah, your lives are pretty much in my hands,” she adds with a wide smile.

As they say, you can almost hear a pin drop in the room, as seven pairs of eyes stare, seven hearts stop beating, and seven souls leave their physical dwelling. Just kidding, but it’ll be close enough once Trace gets started.

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