(Note that this is a work of fiction. Any names and events are all fictitious. Happy Reading!)
We've arrived at a council hall. Other students were waiting inside. They look like they have an idea of what was going on. So, I am the only one who has no idea what's all this about.
The student who was grabbing a hold of my arm had let go. His hand made a mark on my arm.
"Esecleus Agnello Villin, right? We're very sorry for the rough dealings."
Thus, student, he's like one of those people who's always going on about justice. He looks normal and not that intelligent. Note that not everything that I've said is right, I'm a human too. Mistakes are a part of our lives.
"Quite the big audience you've got here."
I'd say roughly about 200 students are here, including the other student councils.
"It's a tradition. After the Monday test, our student councils commemorate the top 200 scorers. But, that's not all to that."
