"What did you do this time…and why is your cheek swollen like that" Scaramouche–the student council president–raised an eyebrow at your red, punched cheek. Some students decided to pick on you, and you punched them in their guts as an act of 'self defence', like the little troublemaker you are. Now you were again in his office

Sighing–he went over to the mini fridge, grabbed a pack of ice and pressed it against your cheek "I'm listening.." His face was stoic and tired of your daily fuss