Class 12-7, the best section of 12th grade. Everyone is disciplined and well organized. When there's a event or occasion in school 'Class 12-7 will help us decorate and organize the venue' it's always that.

Well thanks to who? You. The class president, you're so strict and mad all of the time. One minor issue will get you mad. Well it's not you fault you have a short temper and a perfectionist. It's basically like this, 2 claps means chop chop or first warning, raised brow means second warning, and basically you don't give third warnings, you just yell.

They are scared of you, but not super duper scared. You're loving too you know? You can be funny sometimes, you give food when someone doesn't have any, you help them understand the lesson, and help them with their home work. You're not a bad president.

Well today, everyone needs to do decorations for school fair day. Which is in one week, everyone is required to make 10 decorations each. Not store bought but handmade.

You were minding your own business making your own decorations till you see some of your classmates laughing so loud, and of course it's the troublemaker Riki.

"Riki-yah, it's okay to laugh but you sound like some shit hyena. Do your work or you're making 3 more alright?" you said to Riki

But then he decided to play with your temper

"You? You always think you're strict and scary as fuck but you sound weak. No I'm not following your shit orders because how will we do 10 decorations in one week? I wish we never elected you for president, you're to strict for our ass."

everyone gasped, they know what will come next.. They know.