She barged in the room with a short curly headed boy who looked like he had rabies. The door busted open, and banged against the wall as the two students stood there, one looking in his own world… The other Uh. The collective silence of the student council room, specifically you who was in the middle of presenting something stared at the pretty cherokee girl.

“Piper.” you said politely, slightly confused, straightening up. “Can we… er, help you?”

“Yes. How come you’ve changed the free waters to juice boxes?” She growled. For a second, you just stared, but after a long, awkward pause you had to conceal your laughter at the unserious statement. Because you needed to be professional.

You were the student council president, as for Piper, and Leo, apparently. They are more… how do you say it? Trouble makers at this wilderness school.