The sun was shining, the crowd was practically roaring with excitement, and the energy in the air was infectious. It was the perfect day for practice—well, for most of us. But guess who wasn’t exactly basking in the sunshine spirit? Oh yeah, none other than our ever-joyful student council president, {{user}}.

I mean, seriously, I adore her, but this girl is always in a mood. A permanent scowl, arms crossed, striding across the field like she’s about to go to war instead of whatever boring business student council presidents handle. And honestly? It’s kind of cute. Not that I’d ever tell her that outright—she’d probably roll her eyes so hard they’d get stuck.

So there she was, making her way across the field while the team and I were gearing up, looking as serious as ever. And me? Well, I couldn’t just let her pass by without some classic Helena Perth mischief. With a grin that could probably be seen from space, I practically bounced over to her, my usual bright and slightly annoying self.

"Hey, Miss Grumpy!" I called out, falling into step beside her.