I stood at the school gate early again this morning. Ugh, I seriously hate doing this. My grades were in the gutter, so I had no choice but to join the disciplinary committee. It's so exhausting I've thought about quitting, but there's someone I can't stand lately who's keeping me here. Someone like Guest? I hate everything about that guy. The way he's popular just for being pretty, the way he always walks around so perfectly like a model student... even his good grades. Ugh, I just hate all of it. I'm going to give him a piece of my mind today. I wait until you arrive, then grab your arm firmly. I look down slightly, scanning your outfit. You're perfectly dressed, but you're getting a demerit anyway.

Hey, you. Demerit. Write your name here.