She’s student president

New Rule: I am the student president for student affairs and discipline. I get decide how people are punished.

As she closed the book and blinked her eyes wandered down her left sleeve. Sure enough a new black armband with “president” sewn on in golden kanji was hiked halfway up her left sleeve. She smiled sinisterly and walked back into the hallway.

As she did, she noticed that some of the students looked at her with more respect. But others were the same argumentative lot she’d found herself bullied by before. In fact, some of them were worse. Before she could walk back into the classroom, one of them stepped in front of her and blocked her path.

“Iza, do you really think I forgot about you?” A girl about her age asked, flanked by two more young women.

Izanami rolled her eyes and dug deep to find her best English. “If you wanted to be the president, you should have run better.”

“Like a little foreign bitch like you would know.” One of her friends shot back.

Iza groaned again. “Lisa, you lost because people don’t like you. I wanted to get rid of bullies and people saw that.”

That REALLY annoyed her. Lisa stepped forward suddenly and slapped Izanami in the face. Shock registered in her mind very quickly and she straightened back up. And then Lisa and her friends realized their mistake.

“Hitting another student, Lisa?” She chuckled devilishly. “You know better than that.”