MY BOSSY PRESIDENT
Beginning: New School year
A jolt of heat sliced through my eyelids, and I shot upright in bed, scrambling to shield my eyes from the blaze of sunlight that was pouring through the gap in my curtains. The air in the room was thick and warm, already carrying the scent of summer. It felt like the sun had crept in, determined to steal away any remaining trace of sleep. I blinked, my vision blurring, and reached for the flimsy cotton curtains, pulling them closed with a sigh. The room instantly dimmed, but a sliver of golden light still peeked through, creating a hazy glow across my wall. My head pounded, and I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me.
My eyes snapped open, and I fumbled for my alarm clock on the bedside table. The digital display blinked a cruel, mocking 7:55 am. My stomach lurched. Seven fifty-five?! It felt like a punch to the gut. I was late. Late for the first day of classes. The first day of the school year. My heart hammered in my chest, and I could feel a cold sweat breaking out on my skin. A wave of panic washed over me, fueled by the realization that my carefully planned, meticulously organized schedule was already in shambles.
Snow Lopez
Shit, I'm late!
I muttered a frustrated curse under my breath, then bolted out of bed and sprinted toward the bathroom, my feet slapping against the hardwood floor. Every second felt precious, every minute a ticking time bomb. I needed to get ready, and fast. I had to be out the door in ten minutes, maybe fifteen if I was lucky. My mind raced, desperately trying to plan my attack on the morning routine. Shower, dress, breakfast, makeup, hair... it felt impossible, but I had to try.
After the daily routine in my own bathroom. I emerged from the bathroom, feeling a little more human, a little more prepared for the day. My reflection in the mirror still looked a bit frazzled, but I had managed to wrangle my hair into a semblance of order, and my face had received a quick swipe of foundation and mascara.
When I'm already finished with my all things. I went out of my room and walked towards the living room, I grabbed my bag, a worn leather backpack stuffed with textbooks and a few crumpled notebooks.
Mom
"Snow! Come eat breakfast! You're going to be late!"
My mom’s voice echoed from the kitchen, a melody of concern and exasperation. I could almost see her shaking her head at my hurried movements.
Mom
"Don't forget to eat, sweetie!"
I paused, taking a deep breath. I knew she was right. Breakfast was crucial for fueling my brain and keeping my energy levels up, especially on a day as hectic as this. But the thought of delaying my already frantic schedule even for a few minutes sent a wave of panic through me.
I called out, hoping my voice sounded more confident than I felt. I grabbed my phone, my keys, and my jacket, and then sprinted out of the door, determined to face the first day of classes head-on, even if I was a bit behind schedule.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I sprinted down the sidewalk, the familiar route to the new university blurring past in a rush of color and motion. The morning air was crisp and cool.
Likewise, I tried to calm myself, reminding myself that I was already late, and stressing would only make things worse. I needed to focus. I needed to get there. The school was a magnificent, modern building that loomed across the street, its imposing facade an intimidating reminder of the challenges that lay ahead. It was a challenge I was ready to face, even if I was a few minutes late.
The university buzzed with activity. A sea of faces, a symphony of voices, and a kaleidoscope of colors filled the hallways, the courtyard, and even the steps leading up to the main entrance. It was the familiar chaos of the first day of school, a predictable but always captivating spectacle. Groups of friends huddled together, chattering excitedly about summer adventures and reconnecting after the break.
Freshmen nervously clutched their schedules, navigating the unfamiliar terrain of their new world. Upperclassmen swaggered confidently, their bags slung over their shoulders like badges of experience. It was a scene I'd witnessed a hundred times before, yet every time, it felt new, a vibrant reminder of the energy and potential that pulsed through this place.
As I weaved through the throng of students, my eyes scanning for the Registrar's office, a sharp buzz vibrated against my hip. It was my phone, tucked securely in the pocket of my uniform skirt. A wave of anxiety washed over me as I realized I was already running late, and now a phone call was threatening to throw me even further behind.
My fingers fumbled with the phone, desperately trying to dig it out of my pocket before the caller could hang up. I pressed the answer button.
Cassandra Peterson
Hey, Lovely! Where are u?
I breathed a sigh of relief, a smile spreading across my face. It was my best friend, Cassandra Peterson, her bubbly voice crackling through the phone speaker.
Cassandra Peterson
Yeah, it's me! Where are you? Don't tell me you're late? Just when school starts, you're already late, what happened?
Cassandra's voice was a mix of amusement and concern. I could almost hear her rolling her eyes even through the phone.
I Winced, feeling a surge of self-consciousness.
Snow Lopez
Likewise, I know, I know! I'm so sorry!
I exclaimed, my voice dropping to a whisper.
Snow Lopez
I overslept. And then... well, things just got crazy.
She laughed, a light, tinkling sound that always made me smile.
Cassandra Peterson
Spill the tea, girl! What kind of chaos did you get caught in?
I chuckled, my anxiety easing a bit.
Snow Lopez
It's a long story. But I'll tell you all about it when I get there. I'm running towards the Registration area now, let's just talk later okay?
Cassandra Peterson
Yeah, good luck for your first day!
Snow Lopez
Thank you! You're so sweet!
Cassandra Peterson
You're welcome, honey!
Chap. 1: SSG PRESIDENT
The classroom was hushed as Ms. Xiao stood before the whiteboard, her chalk dancing across the surface.
Ms. Lu Ann Xiao
Today, class,
She began, her voice clear and authoritative,
Ms. Lu Ann Xiao
We're going to delve into the fascinating world of forces.
She drew a simple diagram of a box on an inclined plane, the lines precise and elegant.
Ms. Lu Ann Xiao
Now, as you know. Forces are fundamental to understand how objects move, or don't move. They can be simple, like the force of gravity pulling us down, or more complex, like the force of friction acting against motion.
She continued, her gaze sweeping over the attentive faces.
The classroom buzzed with a low hum of anticipation as Ms. Xiao, our physics teacher, walked to the front of the room. Her presence was a familiar comfort, her sharp, intelligent gaze scanning the rows of desks. She always seemed to know when someone was daydreaming, even if their eyes were glued to the textbook.
I settled deeper into my seat, my fingers tracing the worn edges of my notebook. The whiteboard loomed above us, a blank canvas for the mysteries of the universe.
Ms. Lu Ann Xiao
Forces, are the invisible hands that push and pull, that cause things to move or stay still.
She walked to the back of the classroom, her footsteps echoing through the stillness, and picked up a small metal sphere.
Ms. Lu Ann Xiao
Think of this sphere...
She said, holding it aloft,
Ms. Lu Ann Xiao
As a representation of any object. It's subject to the force of gravity, pulling it down, and the force of friction, opposing its movement.
I watched intently, mesmerized by the way she effortlessly wove together concepts, making even the most complex ideas seem accessible.
Ms. Xiao continued, her words sparking my curiosity.
Ms. Lu Ann Xiao
There are other forces, like the electromagnetic force, responsible for the interaction between charged particles, and the strong nuclear force, which holds the nucleus of an atom together.
In the middle of the class, the door suddenly swung open, revealing a guy wearing his complete and formal student uniform, his face stern and his gaze sharp. He carried a briefcase that clicked shut with a sharp, decisive sound, and he walked towards the front of the class with a quiet, purposeful stride that sent a shiver down my spine.
ACE ANDERSON
SSG-PRESIDENT
COLD / INTIMIDATING and MYSTERIOUS.
BOSSY- SMART
Everyone in the room went silent, eyes shifting to the newcomer with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. Whispers began to ripple through the classroom, but I had no idea who this man was, or what he was doing in our physics class.
He said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to echo in the hushed room.
Ace Anderson
I need to speak with you.
Ms. Xiao, ever the composed educator, nodded calmly.
Ms. Lu Ann Xiao
Excuse me, class.
Ms. Lu Ann Xiao
I'll call you back in a few minutes.
She stood up and followed the guy out of the classroom, leaving behind a room full of anxious whispers and curious gazes. The man's presence had disrupted the familiar rhythm of our physics lesson, leaving an unsettling feeling of unease in its wake.
I whispered to the girl next to me, my voice barely audible above the murmurs of the other students.
FS#1: Keturah
That's the Ssg president,
She whispered back, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and fear.
FS#1: Keturah
He's a real mystery.
The Ssg president? I had no idea who that was. I was still a new student, navigating the complexities of university life. I'd been so focused on finding my bearings and getting my bearings that I hadn't paid much attention to student politics.
FS#1: Keturah
He's super cold to everyone, they say he is very bossy and very intimidating.
The girl continued, her voice dropping to a hushed tone. The whispers in the room intensified, revealing a sense of both curiosity and unease. I watched as the Ssg president addressed Ms. Xiao, his voice a low rumble that seemed to echo through the room.
Chap. 2: Project Phoenix
The bell for the morning classes finally rang, and I let out a sigh of relief.
I gathered my books and papers, my stomach grumbling with the anticipation of lunch. As I headed out of the classroom, and I saw Cassandra, my best friend, waiting for me by the doorway, a mischievous grin on her face.
Cassandra Peterson
Ready for lunch?
She asked, her voice full of energy.
Cassandra Peterson
I know the perfect place to grab some delicious and cheap ramen.
Snow Lopez
Sounds perfect,
I replied, my stomach rumbling even louder.
We walked down the hallway, discussing our classes and catching up on each other's lives. We were both new to this university, and it was comforting to have someone to navigate it with.
As we reached the cafeteria, we were met with a chaotic scene. The place was packed with students, all vying for a table, a seat, and a plate of food.
Cassandra Peterson
This is always the worst part,
Cassandra said, shaking her head.
Cassandra Peterson
I swear, it's like everyone on campus is trying to eat at the same time.
We managed to snag a small table in a corner, and we started to dig into our ramen. I savored each bite, the warm broth and chewy noodles a welcome relief after a morning of academic pressure.
We talked about everything and nothing, sharing stories from our classes, our favorite professors, and the latest campus gossip.
The cafeteria was buzzing with the usual lunchtime chaos. Trays clattering, forks scraping against plates, and a symphony of chatter. We had managed to snag a small table in a corner, away from the main flow of traffic, and were happily slurping down our bowls of ramen.
Cassandra said, between bites,
Cassandra Peterson
I heard something juicy about the SSG president.
I nearly choked on my noodles.
Snow Lopez
The SSG president? You mean that guy who showed up in Ms. Xiao’s class this morning? What about him?
Cassandra Peterson
He’s been acting really weird lately. There are rumors that he’s involved in some kind of secret society. And there’s a lot of talk about a supposed "Project Phoenix" that’s going on. But nobody knows exactly what it is.
Snow Lopez
Project Phoenix?
I repeated, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
Snow Lopez
That sounds like something straight out of a mystery novel. Huh?
Cassandra Peterson
Well, that’s what everyone is saying about him. They’re all whispering about it, but nobody seems to know anything for sure.
Snow Lopez
And what about the SSG president? What’s he supposed to be doing in all of this?
Cassandra took a sip of her iced tea, her eyes twinkling.
Cassandra Peterson
That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it? They say he's a very secretive and powerful figure on campus. Some people say he's behind everything that happens around here. It's all very mysterious.
We both paused for a moment, considering the gossip. It was all very intriguing, but at the same time, it was hard to believe it was all true.
I said, taking another bite of my ramen.
Snow Lopez
This is why I love our new university. It's always full of drama and secrets.
Cassandra Peterson
That's for sure,
Cassandra agreed, laughing.
As we finished our lunch, the bell rang, signaling the start of the afternoon classes.
Cassandra Peterson
Well, back to reality,
Cassandra Peterson
But at least we have another lunch break tomorrow.
Snow Lopez
I wouldn't mind another ramen break,
We headed back to the hallway, ready to tackle the rest of the regular school day.
The final bell of the day rang, a welcome symphony after a long afternoon of classes. A wave of relief washed over me as I gathered my things, feeling the weight of the day lift from my shoulders.
Snow Lopez
Ready to go, Cassandra?
I asked, my voice tinged with a mix of exhaustion and anticipation.
Cassandra Peterson
Just a sec,
She replied, her eyes glued to her phone.
Cassandra Peterson
I'm trying to find a good place to get some bubble tea.
Snow Lopez
We could just get it on the way home,
I suggested, knowing that the line at the nearest bubble tea shop would be out the door by the time we got there.
Cassandra Peterson
Yeah, you're probably right,
She said, finally putting her phone away.
Cassandra Peterson
But first, I need to meet up with Clara at the library. She's got some juicy gossip about the SSG president that she wants to share.
Snow Lopez
Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. By the way, why are you so interested about the president, huh?
Cassandra Peterson
I like investigating!
The air hung heavy with the scent of blooming jacaranda trees as Cassandra and I walked side-by-side towards the library. The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the sprawling campus, and the gentle hum of conversation drifted from nearby study groups.
Cassandra, her auburn hair catching the sunlight, flipped through the pages of a well-worn paperback. I trailed behind, lost in thought, replaying the conversation we'd just had in my mind.
Cassandra's eyes widened as she spotted Clara across the bustling library.
Cassandra Peterson
There she is!
She exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper, a hint of excitement in her tone. She tugged gently on my arm, her gaze still fixed on Clara, who was deep in conversation with a group of friends near the fiction section.
Cassandra didn't hesitate. She practically sprinted across the library, her eyes fixed on Clara, who was deep in conversation with a group of upperclassmen near the fiction section. The worn carpet muffled her footsteps, but her determined stride was unmistakable. I trailed behind, trying to keep pace with her, feeling a mix of curiosity and nervousness.
The library, normally a haven of quiet contemplation, suddenly felt crowded and chaotic as Cassandra approached Clara's group. The soft hum of conversation and the rustle of turning pages were replaced by a sudden hush as everyone turned to watch Cassandra. She stopped abruptly in front of Clara, her hands resting on her hips, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. Her energy seemed to radiate through the room, making the already thick air thrum with anticipation.
CLARA
-Top honors Students
-Assistant librarian
-Secretary of the SSG council
-Upperclassmen
Clara
Hey, Cassie! You're here.
Clara greeted her, her voice a touch surprised, though her expression remained composed. She glanced at me briefly before returning her attention to Cassandra, a subtle shift in her posture suggesting a mix of amusement and apprehension.
Cassandra Peterson
Can we talk to you? Or, are you still busy? We can just go if you're not free this time?
Clara suddenly glanced at her schoolmates, her expression shifting from amusement to a subtle grimace.
Clara
Oh, right, Just catching up with some friends. You know how it is. But don't worry I'm free, is it about.... Him?
Clara leaned in close, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
Cassandra whispered to her also.
Clara, look at her friends this time.
Clara
Hmm.... Guys, I'm sorry. Can we catch up later?
Anya
Yeah, sure. Have some time, we have to go, thank you, Clara
Once Clara's friends had drifted away, their laughter fading into the general hum of the library, Cassandra and I took their spot at the table. The table, made of dark, polished wood, had been cleared of their books and papers, leaving a space that felt strangely intimate, as if we were sharing a secret.
Cassandra didn't hesitate. She slid into the seat beside Clara, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and curiosity. I, on the other hand, felt a little more hesitant. I settled into the seat across from them, feeling a surge of nervousness as I caught Clara's gaze. The air around us felt thick with unspoken words, the scent of old paper and leather mingling with the faint aroma of coffee from the nearby café.
Cassandra leaned forward, her elbows resting on the table, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Cassandra Peterson
So, tell me everything. What's the scoop on the new SSG president?
She began, her voice barely above a whisper. Clara let out a sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly.
Clara
Oh, you know, the usual,
She replied, her voice laced with a touch of boredom.
Clara
He's... well, he's trying.
Cassandra Peterson
Trying?
Cassandra's eyebrows shot up in disbelief.
Cassandra Peterson
Trying to be what? A tyrant? A fashion icon? I want details, girl! Spills the tea!
I chuckled, trying to hide my amusement.
Snow Lopez
She wants to know what Project Phoenix is all about, Clara.
I said, looking at Clara. And glance at Cassandra who's nodding at me now.
Snow Lopez
It's the talk of the whole campus, especially since the SSG president is involved.
Cassandra Peterson
Yes, that's right! I want to know what's the deal with Project Phoenix. The whole campus is buzzing about it. They say it's somehow connected to the SSG president. What's the real story?
Clara's eyes widened, a touch of alarm flickering across her features.
She echoed, her voice barely a whisper.
Clara
You really shouldn't be talking about that...
Cassandra raised an eyebrow, her gaze challenging.
Cassandra Peterson
Why not? Everyone's talking about it. It's like a big secret that everyone knows. I'm just curious, that's all.
Clara hesitated, a conflicted expression on her face.
Clara
It's... it's complicated,
Clara
And it's not really something that's meant for public discussion.
Snow Lopez
Complicated how?
I asked, intrigued by the air of secrecy surrounding the project.
Snow Lopez
What's it all about?
Clara glanced at me, then back at Cassandra, as if weighing her options.
The air hung heavy with anticipation as we leaned closer, our hushed voices weaving a tapestry of whispers. The library, normally a haven of quiet contemplation, felt charged with a different kind of energy, the hum of curiosity and intrigue buzzing between us. Suddenly, the air grew colder, a palpable shift in the atmosphere that sent a shiver down my spine. A voice, sharp and chilling, cut through the silence.
Ace Anderson
I wouldn't recommend whispering about things you don't understand.
We all froze, our gazes instinctively drawn to the source of the voice. Standing behind me.
I can clearly see his figure silhouetted against the sunlight streaming through the high windows. It was the SSG president. His face, usually lit up with a boyish grin, was now shadowed, his expression unreadable, his eyes narrowed with an unsettling intensity.
Clara shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her fingers twisting nervously.
Clara
It's... well, it's better if you just forget about it,
Clara
It's not something you should worry about.
She said nervously as she looked at the guy who's standing behind me.
Cassandra, ever the bold one, was the first to react.
Cassandra Peterson
Well, hello there, Mr. President,
She said, a playful smirk on her lips.
Cassandra Peterson
Didn't know you were into eavesdropping.
Ace Anderson
I'm not. But, I'd like to remind the three of you that the library will be closing soon.
He glanced at the clock, the second hand ticking ominously.
We followed his gaze on the Vintage library Clock, to see what time it is already.
Snow Lopez
Uh' shit, the president was right. We must go and leave the library now.
I looked at him, meeting his gaze, and gave him an apologetic smile. The tension between us felt tangible, the air heavy with unspoken words. His expression was inscrutable, a mix of suspicion and something else, something I couldn't quite decipher.
My heart hammered in my chest, a mixture of fear and defiance. The President's words, his warning, had sent a jolt of adrenaline through me, but I refused to let him intimidate me. I would find out the truth about Project Phoenix, no matter what.
I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief that the encounter had ended without further escalation.
We all headed back to our own homes, as the day went to end.
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