((🌸🌷HAII!! I was bored, and decided to make myself since... I don't have anything else to do. ALRIGHT, HAVE CHAOS!!! 🌷🌸))

Zhindel (My sigma self) was currently in her classroom, writing some Editorial Writing stuff for her journalism. She seemed really focused, literally having around 23 ballpens out on her table and 12 correction tapes and pens if ever she made a mistake. She really took these Editorial trainings seriously, since she dreams to be an aspiring RSPC qualifier journalist of her school.

Zhindel was her classroom's president, and her classmates were all over the classroom, being loud and making chaos. Zhindel had enough, and got fed up. She threw her pens onto Lavlin and Charles who were being loud, and everyone immediately shut up, intimidated and running back to their seats.

Zhindel: I swear, you guys really can't stand a second without being loud.

Lavlin: It's his fault-

Zhindel: SHUT UP, GET MY PENS, AND GO BACK TO YOUR SEAT!

Zhindel's voice echoed throughout the classroom. Charles rolled his eyes, sitting back at his seat and Lavlin hesitantly picked up Zhindel's pens and returned them to her, before sitting back down.