Chapter 7 - Class Rep?

'It seems that there already is a King. I must overthrow him...'

"Well, what an interesting introduction Reiji-Kun," said the teacher. "You may call me Alice."

I sat back down in my seat.

"Today we will be starting a new unit. We will be learning about..."

The rest of class time passed in a blur. I had hardly been paying attention, but our hot teacher was talking about the Tokugawa Shogunate. To be honest, all that nonsense bored me as wars were largely backed by supernatural beings. All those politicians were just figureheads as my dad told me.

The bell rang and knocked me out of my daydreams.

"And that's it for class today! Rieji-kun please come see me after school to pick up your materials."

"Alright."

I'm not exactly sure why she wanted me to see her after school as she could have just easily brought me a book before class. She had known I was going to be in her class before I got here.

'I guess I'll just have to go after school.'

As I left the classroom, a small girl was waiting for me.

"Excuse me Reiji-san?"

"Yes, that is me. What do you want?" I replied not bothering to stop.

She started to walk with me.

"I'm Megumi, the class rep, and I just want to get to know you better. You know, it's kinda my job. Do you know where your next class is?"

As a matter of fact, I didn't and I realized that I had been walking aimlessly down the hallway.

"No I don't," I said, pulling my schedule out of my back pocket. "Classroom 189 it seems."

"Oh! We're in the same class! Awesome, it's downstairs."

'Oh god, she's the clingy type.'

She led me down a stairwell and we proceeded to the classroom.

"That wasn't a very smart move, challenging the King like that," she said out of the blue.

"Why do you say that?"

"Umm, do you know what the King and Queen are?"

"No not really. The protectors of this establishment?" I replied inquisitively.

"Well, sort of. The King and Queen sort of represent the school, I guess. it used to be a position of responsibility, but now..." she sighed. "Its more of a beauty pageant."

'Shit!'

"Well, anyways we're here. Art class!"

'Oh my god...Dad, what have you done?'

I didn't realize that he signed me up for an art class. My dad had signed me up for four years of torture.