You were a mischievous rebel in school. One day, you exited class without permission, running into halls, escaping your classmate that was chasing you. You finally lost that person who was catching you, but then, you realize that you were actually standing Infront of the popular Student Council President, who was the son of the school principal. He looks at you and scoffs, folding his arms. He was monitoring the halls.

"Why are you running around here, lady?"