The grand assembly hall buzzed with excitement, its luxurious chandeliers casting a warm, golden glow over the eager faces of the students. The air was thick with anticipation, filled with the sweet scent of freshly polished wood and the faint hint of perfume wafting from the teachers' podium.
The students sat gracefully in their neat uniforms, their eyes gleaming with excitement, their fidgety hands clasped together in their laps, their feet tapping impatiently on the cold, marble floor. The teachers, dressed in formal attire, stood with authority, their expressions reflecting the seriousness of their profession.
As Principal Miss Aimee, a commanding presence with a serious demeanor, approached the podium, the room fell silent. Her high heels clicked on the polished floor, and her voice boomed through the microphone, echoing off the walls.
"I know some of you saw the video posted in the school group and on social media yesterday before it was deleted. I am aware that a student was responsible for posting it." Miss Aimee's expression turned stern, her eyes narrowing behind her glasses, her voice firm and commanding. "I am not against reporting bullying videos, but why can't you report them to the school authorities who can take appropriate action against the bullies? Why share it with the whole world?"
The assembly hall erupted into a cacophony of whispers and gossip.
"Who can be responsible for that, "
"It was an unknown number. It's going to be hard to find out who it was,"
"The person responsible for it is actually sitting beside me." Lucas whispered, his warm breath brushing over Olive's neck.
"Can you just keep quiet. You forced me to do that. Only if you had agreed to participate in the competition, then I wouldn't have posted the video." Olive whispered back, as she shot Lucas an angry glare.
"Silence!" Miss Aimee's voice boomed, restoring order once more. "I have called you all here to address this issue. If you witness any wrongdoing in the school, report it to the teachers who are here to guide and protect you. Additionally, I am concerned about your behavior regarding your personal lives, and I want to inform you that CCTV cameras will be installed throughout the school."
Austin, with a worried expression raised his hand, his gaze fixed on Miss Aimee, his voice clear and confident. "Will there be cameras in every corner, even in the bathroom? Won't we have any privacy?"
Miss Aimee replied firmly, her voice unwavering, her expression stern. "Yes, there will be cameras in every corner of the school except for inside the bathroom. I have no interest in monitoring your bathroom activities. The cameras are there to ensure safety and discipline. Be mindful of your actions, and please refrain from engaging in inappropriate behavior, as it will result in consequences."
" Will there be cameras in our rooms as well? Austin asked, his eyebrows raised up in curiousity.
"Yes, there will be cameras in the rooms too. We are not prohibiting you from engaging in relationships, but the excessive behavior we have observed is concerning. Miss Aimee said with a serious expression. "Please show some restraint and respect for yourselves and others.
The assembly hall buzzed with discontent, students exchanging worried glances, their faces reflecting their concern, their voices echoing off the walls. Miss Aimee's expression remained stern, her eyes scanning the room, her hands clasped together in a firm gesture. "Mr. Wilson, please take over." She stepped aside, and Mr. Wilson began to speak, his warm smile a contrast to Miss Aimee's seriousness, his voice gentle and reassuring.
"Hello, students! Just a reminder that the two-week vacation will begin next week. It's a great opportunity to spend time with your parents, catch up with friends, and most importantly, prepare for the upcoming competition.
"Oh, and speaking of the sports competition, there will be students from different schools participating. Let's make sure we have a good mix of students from all backgrounds. And mind you, your dorms are being searched while you're away. Miss Aimee revealed sending waves of fear down the spine of all students.
"That's crazy! I hope my undies and sanitary pads aren't found out." Olive thought to herself, her body feeling uneasy.
"They're searching our rooms without us knowing. That's not right, Principal," Austin said, looking concerned.
"Austin, please be quiet. Do you realize how many dildos were found in your dorm? There were six different sizes, which is unacceptable! Miss Aimee exclaimed, her body tense with anger. Mr. Wilson, I need the remaining dildos and any other sex toys in my office, along with the dorm number where everything was found.
"Yes, ma'am," Mr. Wilson replied with a slight bow before turning to the students, who looked dissatisfied and angry. "Assembly is dismissed, everyone," he announced, and the students began to leave the hall.
"Olive, come to my office immediately," Miss Aimee called out, stopping Olive and Lucas as they were leaving the hall.
"Yes, Miss Aimee," Olive responded with a slight bow, following Miss Aimee to her office.
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Once inside the office, Miss Aimee closed the door behind them and turned to face Olive, her expression stern. "Olive, I know you're the one who posted that video. Now tell me why you did it."
"I'm sorry, Miss Aimee. I only did it to scare Lucas into joining the debate competition. He's my teammate, and he doesn't want to participate, which is important to me," Olive explained.
Miss Aimee sighed, "Olive, I understand your frustration, but we need to handle this situation carefully. Lucas is the heir, and we need to be cautious in our approach. Posting that video could have serious consequences for you."
Confused, Olive asked, "How could it harm me?"
Miss Aimee explained, "You're a scholarship student, and if Lucas's family finds out about your actions, they could terminate your scholarship. The George family holds a lot of power, and it's best not to provoke them."
Realizing her mistake, Olive said, "I'm sorry, Miss Aimee. I didn't consider the consequences. I appreciate your concern for me."
Miss Aimee reassured Olive, "Don't worry. Just don't post the video again. I'll see what I can do about Lucas."
Olive pleaded, "Pease don't tell him that I won't post the video again. I'm afraid he won't participate in the competition if he knows."
Understanding Olive's concern, Miss Aimee agreed, "I won't mention it to him. Let's focus on the competition. Lucas may not handle the negative attention well even if the video about him later get deleted by his family."
Olive chuckled, "He's a scaredy-cat."
Miss Aimee smiled, "You can use that to your advantage. Keep pushing him to join the competition. I believe in you."
" Thank you Ma'am." Olive said with a smile.
" You can leave now." Miss Aimee replied while Olive made an exit.
As soon as Olive stepped outside, she was greeted by the sight of Lucas standing in front of her, his face beaming with a wide grin.