Roxanne's Point of View in the Story.
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"Before you leave, please prepare a speech for the students." Washi interrupts the conversation and motions his hands towards the door, inviting us outside.
Nickson pounds his fist on his thighs as he holds out his rage inside of him. Earlier, he retorted about not getting his position as the president, leading him in this state right now. He feels bitter and wants to know what has happened within their evaluations.
Yuki and Nickson open the door and leave the room, together with the six newly elected officers running the Student Council. Everyone except me. I insist Roxanne wait for me outside the gates and talk with the former president and vice-president alone.
"Are you sure you don't want my help?" Roxanne asks with a worried look on her face.
"It's fine!" I enthusiastically give my reply and nod my head, assuring her with my usual smile.
She rubs her shoulders and soon leaves the room, taking glances on her way back. I watch her back fade away from the hall, with the door closing in before me.
Shifting my head in front, I see the two former students sitting on the desks, fiddling with the remaining documents piled on the corner. I still do not know the reason behind their judgement on choosing me as the leader.
"My sincerest apologies, but I am not suited for becoming the president of this school," I cry out and thump my hands on the documents, making them flutter away.
"Oops, I did not mean that." I jerk out and hastily return the fallen papers to the table.
Byakko gently grabs my arm and pushes it away with a smile on her face. "Leave them,"
"What talent do you have that Nickson and Yuki do not?" Washi puts down his pen and fixes his glasses, focusing on my frozen figure. He then peers at me in the eyes and waits for my answer.
"I am just your average girl, sir," I reply to his question while fidgeting with my hands, grinding away my anxieties inside of me.
"You are right now-," Wash cuts his sentences as he proceeds walking towards me. He stares at me for a moment before showing me a picture. It is a photograph of me taken five years ago from Boston before arriving in Japan to take my college degree. "But you are an intelligent student that does not want to show off her skills because of her past trauma."
"You also don't want to outsmart your best friend who is paying off your tuition fees in this school." Byakko waves her hand, telling me to avoid looking in her direction. "But we would never tell a soul about your secrets. We are not like that."
My eyes widen from shock as I hear every information they tell about me. It is as if they are my friends who have been with me throughout my childhood.
"We would not disclose it to everyone since that is your personal information," Washi reassures while tossing the documents onto the side.
It is what I have thought it is.
I look at the sheets and notice the images and texts linked to my name. It is the same as Washi and Byakko have mentioned, supporting their claims.
"We do not randomly choose whoever gets the presidential seat." Washi continues as he returns to his chair. "We knew from the start that you would be the utmost candidate to lead the students."
"Besides, you are paying close attention to everything and anything. You both have emotional and intellectual quotients that none of the officers has." Byakko follows up Washi's statement to me while she fidgets her hands on his cellular phone.
"Nickson is too strict but intelligent. You can even call him special in his own way since he is the most experienced individual in the school." The boy with the glasses opens the drawer and waves the transparent envelope in his hands.
Washi tells me that those are the remaining pages of the student council officers, including my best friend, Yuki.
"Are you like spies sent by the government to check us out?!" I gasp and take a step back to the wall, finding my way out of this chamber.
But the two former leaders just laugh at my reaction, never taking my comments seriously until now.
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Nickson's Perspective in this Story.
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"So that's how she got selected as the president?" I grumble to myself while resting my cheeks on the wall, trying to listen to their conversation. Although their voice sounds muzzling to my ear, I still hopelessly find my way to tune in to their talk.
Suddenly, I hear a squeak coming from the doorknob.
"The moment I spaced out, this happens!" I grit my teeth and quickly dash towards the hall, acting lost and uninterested from the grand room.
Looking at the enormous windows up ahead, I see three reflections near the gate. The two former student council officers guide Roxanne out from their room, giving her something in her hands. She then accepts the item, bows, and goes straight to the corridor.
I wait for the right moment to engage myself in a conversation with Roxanne. But upon gazing at his face, the petite girls seem to look troubled after the meeting.
"Roxanne!" I call out her name and raise my eyebrow since I already met her before from the park. She should know my name by now, especially when she is always with her best friend, Yuki-the annoying light novel author.
The young lady turns around and sees me in the end hall. She waves her hand and sprints towards me, wiping her tears.
"Nickson! I didn't know you would be here!" She tells me with surprise as she glances around her vicinity, looking for any students still wandering around the school.
"I was just passing by." I force myself to make a believable excuse while scratching my forehead. Roxanne must not know that I am here, listening to their discussion with the two former student council officers.
"By the way, do you want me to transfer the presidential title to you?" Roxanne utters and gives me the contract of some sort given to us by the previous officers. "I can be your vice-president if you want."
Roxanne's offer is tempting for me to take because of my present circumstances. Not being the leader that grants me benefits in the school makes me feel terrible. I am the CEO of my company at such a young age, and I know the ropes in leading an organisation.
But, somehow, Byakko and Washi place me as vice-president, making my experience go to waste. That is what I am feeling right now.
Despite my urge to grab the opportunity in my hands, I refuse her. I become a man and hinder myself from taking advantage of the situation and push her hand aside. "I do not want it."
After saying what I want to express, I move to the side and walk forward to the hall, heading towards the exit. I do not even want to turn around and respond to Roxanne calling me from behind.
I have to supervise everything inside the school. Besides, I already have my benefits of not going into classes anymore because of my privilege. The rules in the student handbook advise me to attend every meeting of the student council and be on standby inside the room around noon.
After some time, I finally arrive at my abode. Like a magnet drawing me in, my bottom lands on the soft surface of the couch as I decrease the temperature of the air conditioner once again using the remote control. But this time, Wilson is inside the kitchen, preparing me a familiar dish served back in my youthful days.
"Your meal, sir." Chung-hee appears before me wearing a bluish apron with a younger picture of myself at the centre.
"Can you please stop wearing that stupid apron!" I grunt to myself while taking off my lenses.
"But sir, you look adorable with your winter wear!" Wilson reacts and giggles to himself before laying out the food on the table.
I shake my hand, disapproving of whatever he says to me and proceeding to eat the soft tofu stew. It consists of soft tofu, clams, and an egg in a spicy broth that brings an unexpected flavour to my tongue. The tofu-which breaks into fluffy chunks in the stew, holds the taste of the clam. It also serves as a relief from the overall spiciness, making it the prime dish of my lifetime.
"As always, you're still the best cook I have ever had in ages!" I throw Wilson a compliment as I dig myself in the jet-black bowl.
Wilson joins in the table, grabs his utensils, and eats the same meal as mine. Although he plays a butler or a servant in this household, I allow him to eat with me during these times.
He gives me company, especially on this long day of getting rejected as the president of my school.