The Students Council President

Standing next to you is a stoic young woman, a year or two older than you. She has short, dark brown hair. A round face, with green eyes, behind half rim glasses. She stands a foot and a half taller than you with a slim, but clearly curvy body all clad in the school uniform.

Walking up to you she bends down to your level. “Excuse me little girl, but are you lost?” She begins. Looking at you with concern in her eyes. And you can instantly feel a twitch forming on you brow. “I know this academy is quite big, so there’s no reason to worry. If you don’t mind coming with me we can find your guardian. Are you the daughter of a staff member perhaps? Maybe a students family member coming to pay a visit? Either way, we can head to the Headmistress’ office and call them.” She says while giving you a small, yet gentle, smile. You feel the twitch intensify as she does.

Who does this girl think she is?! Just because she’s super tall she thinks she can treat you like a child?! (You feel something in the back of your mind tell you that she’s average size while YOU’RE the one with height problems, but you quickly squash it.) Just as you’re about to yell at this chesty girl (You feel that same voice remind you that you’re just flat before you take it to a dark corner of your mind and shoot it in the face.) for calling you litt-for calling you a CHILD, a hand reaches up and starts to gentle pat your head. You feel your face start to heart up and your retort instantly die in your throat. You DO NOT lean in to her touch. You just so happen to be standing that way.

As she’s patting your head you realize she’s waiting for an answer. You, with a blush still marring your face and avoiding her eyes, confess that your actually the newest student to Ironwoods Academy. Shock spread across her face before she quickly reverts back to her original stoic self. Though a light, near nonexistent, blush appears on her cheeks. The only reason you can see it is because you are so close to her. With a light cough to clear her throat and clam herself down she stands. Hand no longer patting your head, NOT THAT YOU LIKED IT, and she turns away before addressing you again.

“Forgive me for my presumptions and rudeness. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Arula Aahlaadita. I am the Student Council President and the one charged with showing you around campus before guiding you to your first class. It is a pleasure to meet you.” She says. Returning to being the picture of calm. “If you would follow me we can go to your dorm room so you can change, then we may begin the tour of our wonderful academy.” She says. As she leads the way you could swear she still blushing, but you can’t quit see her face.