4. The Class Rep Struggle

-- ♡ - Narrated by Halena - ♡ --

Being class representative was supposed to be an honor. A chance to prove myself. A title that demanded respect.

Instead, it was pure suffering.

I had no power, no authority, and no clue what I was doing.

My classmates only acknowledged my existence when they needed something. Professors expected me to be their personal assistant.

And worst of all...

I had no idea how to make them listen to me.

-- The Complaints Never Ended --

Day 1 of Being Class Representative:

I asked people to submit their assignments. They ignored me.

Day 3 of Being Class Representative:

Someone asked for an extension. I said no. They argued with me for ten minutes.

Day 5 of Being Class Representative:

A group project turned into a disaster. I tried to organize a meeting. People bailed.

It was unfair.

I was doing all the work, but nobody listened to me.

So, I decided to test something.

-- The Experiment --

One afternoon, I walked into class, stood in the front, and clapped my hands.

> "Everyone, listen up!" I said.

Nothing.

No reaction.

People continued talking, scrolling their phones, ignoring me.

I tried again.

> "Hey! If you don't submit your project today, I won't remind the professor about extensions next time."

A few heads snapped up.

I had their attention.

And suddenly, I realized something-

I had been too nice.

-- The New Halena --

The next day, instead of politely begging people to listen, I did something different.

I walked into class, didn't smile, and simply said....

> "Project deadlines are tomorrow. Submit them. No exceptions."

And then?

Silence.

People actually listened.

Holy. Crap.

It... worked.

I bit back a smug grin.

Maybe...just maybe...I was finally figuring this out.

-- The Library Encounter --

Later that evening, I went to the library, feeling unusually confident.

I grabbed a random book and sat down, pretending I wasn't secretly proud of myself.

Then, out of nowhere....

Thump.

A book landed on my table.

I looked up.

And there he was.

Ethan again.

I blinked.

> "Uh. Hi?"

He flipped open his book.

> "You're in my seat."

I looked around. The library was half empty.

> "There are other seats..."

> "This one's mine."

I narrowed my eyes.

> "Oh, so you are getting revenge again."

Ethan exhaled.

> "I already told you It's just a chair."

We stared at each other again.

Then, he smirked.

Again Not a normal smirk.

A dangerous one.

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To be continued...