A/N: OK, before the story, I would like to emphasize something. This story is COMPLETELY fictional. Nothing in this story (all chapters) should be carried out in the real world, as it may be a little violent and whatnot. Please be a wise reader and do not imitate the plot, especially the pranks. Thank you for your patience for reading this. Now, on with the story! ^_^

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT A PART OF THE PLOT!

Chapter 4 – HONOR WITH TROUBLE ON THE SIDE

Torture. Today's Malay lesson was simply plain torture. Sometimes I couldn't stand LCL at all. I admit I was a little cranky today, but she somehow made the day even worse for me. But today I manifested my silent protests of boredom quite passively, that was - dozing off. My head was like a fishing rod a fish had caught onto, it drooped once in a while and I lifted it up abruptly. I was SSSOOO engrossed in reading comics and novels last night and I stayed up kinda late. Great, now I was hoping the dark circles under my eyes would just go away and leave me alone.

I really couldn't be blamed, though. I had a weird habit; I couldn't sleep unless it's already 12 o'clock midnight (or later). And I had a very good reason why, and that's because I always finish my homework regularly every day. I was less likely to postpone them until tomorrow unless either I didn't know how to do it, forgotten about it or I'm just being VERY lazy.

Surprisingly, LCL didn't even notice me dozing off at the back. She went on with her babble about common grammar mistakes. Finally, I decided that dozing off like this wasn't going to do me any good, so I took out my compasses that we used to draw circles, spread the legs, held the sharp part and aimed on my thigh. 3... 2... 1...! Tickle time! No, I was not stabbing myself, couldn't bear the pain... Ha ha. Well, it's kinda stupid, but at least it kept me awake for the next 30 minutes or so...

I sneaked a peek at my watch. Three more minutes to Math class. What were we going to learn today? Hmm... Maybe ratios and proportions. But I like linear equations more than that...

"KRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIINNG!" Finally! There went the bell. We had a five minutes free time, because Mr. Cloud must have just come down from the other block at the far end of the school. He's good in teaching Math, and we shared a deeper bond than a teacher/student bond. We're more like friends. He sometimes claimed that he likes to teach in our class, because we're quicker in learning. He he…

He's cool, but he gave a lot of homework, which made us whine… When Mr. Cloud showed us the solutions to some really tough questions, we're like watching a fantastic magic performance. His solutions were precise, short and sweet. Sometimes our solutions were way too lengthy compared to his. Wow… I swear most of us almost cheered when he solved a super brainy one that caused short circuits in our brains.

But, sometimes we're a major cause of his headaches. Firstly, every time he asked us questions, all of us were either staring at him or answering one out of his three questions. Secondly, some of us are overly meticulous and analytical when it comes to tough questions. They tend to ask endless questions as to why, why and more hows and whys, and he couldn't handle them very well. Ha ha, sorry Mr. Cloud…

"Good afternoon, teacher…" We greeted the teacher as soon as he came in. And then time for troublesome homework: the previous one's double! Holy Bananas… Help!

Being the good teacher as I had described earlier, he granted us 20 minutes for us to complete our work in class, then we could do our own work, provided that we must remain silent. Yeah, he's the best… :D Alright, let's get this done over with.

All sorts of formulas were roaming in my head in the next five minutes, the problem was I didn't even know to use which! Sigh… I worked my way through the homework with my trustworthy scientific calculator. Everyone had one, and they used one finger to press the buttons. But I used two fingers from both hands to do the job, as if typing using a keyboard. Well, I blame my dad. He repairs computers as his part-time job and he was the first person to teach me how to use a computer when I was a small girl. Thanks to him, now I'm using my calculator like my keyboard… -_-'

From what I had experienced in my school days before, the last question from each assignment was the most difficult. And today's work just proved to me that my theory was true for about the zillionth time. I practically squeezed and twisted my brain and thought of everything, forcing my poor brain to the verge of exploding. Finally I was done with it! Oh yeah! My first victory of the day! :3 I peered over to Zexion beside me and guess what I saw? Yep, "The Phantom of the Opera" was what I saw on the book cover. I guessed that he had already finished the assignment a long time ago.

The bell then rang once again and after we bid our teacher farewell, all the people in K2D except me rushed out of the class. I was left in the lonely and quiet classroom in just a blink of an eye. Sigh; forget it, time to do the cleaning duty. We took turns to clean the classroom every day. As the Head of Cleanliness of this class, I, sadly to say, had to do these excruciating jobs. And I meant EVERYONE'S job. No one would ever listen to my orders to do the cleaning duty, anyway. Well, maybe except a few law abiding students. I was forced to be a superwoman when cleaning the classroom. Why did I say so? The following tasks I described below would show the answer. Firstly, I arranged the desks. I started from the columns near the walls, adjusting the distances. Then for each column (total was six), I arranged them according to the column before.

Next, I swept the floor, which was a total mess every day. I closed the fans and lights to prove to the school wardens that we conserved energy (or else we were going to be fined) and to prevent the rubbish I swept from flying everywhere. I started to sweep from the floor where the teacher's desk was, because the school's sanitary wardens always start checking the classroom from this spot. If I couldn't finish the sweeping on time, at least they wouldn't notice the rubbish at the back of the class. After the floor, I targeted the corridor. There were two corridors, namely the inner one and the outer one. Normally I swept the outer corridor first, then the inner one, although the inner one was dirtier. But I must be REEEALLY careful when I carry out this task, because some irresponsible and non-civic-minded idiots would throw sweet wrappers at the corridor. So open your eyes and look out for them. The teacher's table must be taken care of, too.

Now to finish the blackboard. I used the duster to clean the areas that were badly stained with chalk and then wiped the whole board with wet cloth. I would recommend using a cloth which its water absorption ability was weak. It's effective. P.S. Make sure to wipe the region where the chalks were put, though, because if some very bored people grabbed a handful of chalk powder deposited on it and wiped them at the newly cleaned board… Sure they had the artistic talents in them, but it would not entertain you much, would it?

By now, the sanitary wardens should be here. Due to the strategic location of K2D (It was the furthest from the Sanitary Board Meeting Room), I was blessed with the extra time to empty the dustbin can. Sprinting was essential in order to fulfill the task. If you happened to notice that the blackboard had been "polluted" once again with no apparent reason, don't ponder why that was so, just grab a chalk and scribble "Do Not Clean This" with the signature of the teacher from the previous lesson! Ha ha. Last step: Clean your hands and leave the scene like a boss. Mission accomplished!

For additional info, there would be prefects or new trainee prefects coming in to watch over the class and evaluate the discipline during recess. One should be wise for not joking with them or doing something against the school rules right under their nose. Or else… Make up your own bad ending regarding yourself with Mr. Saix...

I passed by Axel's desk and I found his Math textbook and exercise book arranged neatly on the desk. I'd never seen him doing this; he was a bit of a slob sometimes. Out of sheer curiosity, I opened his exercise book and I almost headdesked: he drew a Moogle inside the undone exercise book. What the… -_-'

Some of Demyx's sheet music flew off his desk and I managed to pick them up before the wind decided to give them a tour around the school. I couldn't understand the notes written on it, but they sounded beautiful when played on an instrument. Roxas's table was the most organized out of the five of us. He even had a space for his mini laptop (approved by Mr. Saix). And I could say that he likes checkers design by judging the major color of his belongings. I was so bored so I decided to go out and take a stroll.

After a while, we're having Geography, Guess who's the teacher? Mr. Marluxia! O.o He's… OK to be honest, but when we entered the topic "plants" instead of "rivers", "mountains" and all that crap, he would enter "Overly Obsessive Mode". He would talk about his roses and other plants he planted in the school's garden or his personal garden or whatever. His pink hair was surely a good match of his obsession for flowers… Other than that, he's fine with me. Look on the bright side: we gained a lot of extra knowledge on flowers. He he he…

And then an announcement came in: "Minta maaf guru-guru, sila dimaklumkan bahawa satu perhimpunan akan diadakan pada 1:15 p.m. hingga 3:30 p.m. esok. Sekian, terima kasih." [Translate: Sorry (to interrupt) teachers, please be informed that an assembly will be held at 1:15 p.m. to 3:30 p.m. tomorrow. That's all, thank you.]

"Hey Zexion, there's an assembly," I whispered to Zexion. He replied: "Indeed." Our classmates were talking among themselves shortly after the announcement. Mr. Marluxia tried to gain our attention so he could continue the lesson. "OK students, let's get back to our discussion now, shall we?" After that, he wrote some notes on the blackboard for us to copy.

"Do you think it's the promotion?"

"Most probably."

"Do we need the coat?"

"Nope, the coats will be kept in the meeting room. We won't need them for a while."

"Alright, this should be fun… *rubs hands*"

The five of us whispered instead of saying out loud, or else Mr. Marluxia's going to have his scythe on our throats for not paying attention. Whoa. I cherish my head, thank you very much. We were in such a good mood that every lesson we had seemed very interesting, even the boring old History class. Fast forward to the next day…

I woke up very early today. In fact, I couldn't sleep much last night. After a warm bath and I brushed my teeth, I changed into my uniform. I was supposed to wear the usual school uniform to school and change into the other new prefect uniform there when it's time for the promotion ceremony. But we still had to wear the usual one (but with a badge, name tag and tie) to school every day except for special occasions.

I was so excited, after all this waiting. I cycled to school, taking my own sweet time, since I was not needed to be anywhere at the moment. The weather today was just fine, the golden sun shone on the pavement, white puffy clouds waltzed lazily on the vast blue sky. The soft but cool breeze caressed my face ever so gently while I cycled down the road and my mood: couldn't be any better.

I passed by Roxas' rival and enemy - Seifer's house, he's stretching and doing his usual morning exercise routine. I guessed that he hadn't got over the fact that Roxas kicked his butt in the International Struggle Tournament, because he was so determined to beat Roxas one day, thus the routine.

Actually, I didn't like him very much. He teased and picked on Roxas all the time, calling him a lamer. Sadly to say, all four of us happened to be Roxas' friends and we're also addressed as lamers. I didn't mind, because Roxas was my good friend. But Seifer's gonna be SSSOOO sorry when I tell him about our promotion. He'd better stop messing with us.

A nasty plot made its way to my head again. I intentionally parked my bicycle outside his house, pretending that its wheels were a bit strange. I saw him panting and finally sat down on the grass. He decided to take a rest. Here's my chance! I walked up and greeted him.

He saw me and he narrowed his eyes. "Hey, have you heard of the breaking news of the prefect promotion?" I tried to hide my smirk when I spoke. He looked at me with a slight distaste, and said: "So? What's the big deal? It's not like that you lamers are going to be promoted for anything. You people weren't even prefects!"

Oh, it seemed our secret identities remained as a secret after all. So much for being in the same school, he didn't have the slightest idea that he was picking on a prefect all along. I mean prefects. I calmly took out the promotion envelope out of my school bag and waved at him, saying: "I suppose that you recognize this logo, right?" He scoffed and looked at the logo printed on the white envelope. It was the official logo of the Board of Prefects. He widened his eyes as realization hit him hard in the head. He was speechless for 5 whole seconds, and then he stuttered: "S-so what? I'm not sc-scared of you even if you're a prefect!" Sigh, it's "even if you people are prefects"…

"Oh really?"

"Of… course!" "Pfft, your stuttering betrayed you so badly," I thought.

"OK, but I will have to remind you something."

"What?"

"When I conduct spot check on you, do not ever let me find… *slight smirk*"

"Find what?! Talk!"

"Find… Wait, you have to promise me something."

"Ugh, WHAT?"

"Be a gentleman and no violence."

"… Fine! I promise!"

"OK, find… a lot of love letters sent to Fuu or some other random girl, if you know what I mean! *smirking*"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?! Hold it right there, you twerp! Prepare for a trip to hell!"

"Ah-ah-ah… Hold it right there! You just promised to be a gentleman and NO violence!"

"You…!"

"I what? If you hit me, I'm afraid that you will have to pay for this VERY dearly."

When his face was fuming with red color like a tomato, I put on my trademark "V" smile like this: ^v^ and hopped on my awaiting bicycle and fled. Yeah, you'd probably want to punch me in the face. But the expression on his face today was so priceless. I wondered what the others would say if they saw this.

I reached school about seven minutes later and I headed for the Prefects Meeting Room straight away. It's already 12 o'clock noon. All the new prefects were ready except that they hadn't changed into their prefect uniforms.

From what I had heard from Demyx, we had to wait until all the students reached their respective classrooms, then we could go and change into our new uniforms. We were not supposed to show up in where the students wait for classes to start. Instead, we were to stay in the meeting room to help with the preparations.

We were very busy in our respective work. A few prefects-to-be and I were assigned to arrange the neckties, name tags and badges in trays. While I was working, I let my mind wander into the depth of my memories, when and where all of this started… [Entering Reminiscing Mode]

When I was in 7th Grade (Form 1), I envied those who already had obtained their own posts in respective clubs and organizations. I got this weird feeling, was that jealousy? Or maybe envy? As if on cue, I inadvertently saw a notice. It was regarding the extra recruitment of new helper prefects.

After I surveyed the notice, it stated that the school had just established a "Misconduct Prevention Club" or "Counter Crime Organization" which investigates and puts an end to any illegal and negative activities in the school. This enabled Counter Crime Groups consisting of four prefects and one helper prefect to be established too, thus the extra recruitment. (For the terms and conditions required, please refer to the first chapter of this story. Thank you.)

I pondered on this seriously for once in my lifetime. Actually this wasn't that bad, although the post was not as great as that of the prefects, it wouldn't involve complicated tasks that I always shied away from. Hmm... OK! On! Sign up here I go~

So, due to my impulsive acts, I attended the interview for the helper prefects. I had to pass two interviews, while the prefects needed three! Holy Bananas, the interviews weren't that simple as it seemed. (Simple and Clean! "I don't think life is quite that simple." Ha ha, randomness… I like this song, and no, I do not own it.) They asked EVERYTHING, no, it's ANYTHING, whether they were related or not. One was considered lucky to have answered them satisfyingly. Let me tell you a secret which had I scarred for life: the interviewers asked me (it's actually something like RP) what would I do if I happen to come across a boy and a girl... erm… My god that was embarrassing... having "fun"... (I. Can't. Write. That… Seriously)

I admit that I was totally shocked and froze on the spot. I must have looked like a gawking idiot to them. Holy Bananas, I was already panic from the beginning and they had to ask this question! I answered awkwardly after gulping air, anyway: "… I-I would warn them to, er, stop what they were doing or else… I would report to the Head of Discipline...?" I tried my best to hide the question mark hanging at the end of my sentence. "What if they threaten you not to say this to anyone else or they will beat you up?" One of the interviewers asked right after my voice died down. Now that was easier, at least. "I won't back off. Seriously, what was there to be afraid of? They were the ones who go against the school rules." That was the only answer I was very confident of in that crazy interview.

After 3 days, the results were out. I was lucky enough to pass the first interview. Then I realized that there were 50 7th Graders who attended the interview in the first place! Oh my god! But there were only 20 of them left, the rest were eliminated. Yikes, that was close. TOO close.

Quite surprisingly successfully, I passed the second (also the last) interview. I… Did… It! And only six were left! According to my calculations, the number of students who passed the interview is represented by the ratio 5:2, two out of each five students were chosen. After more and more picking, the ratio turned into 10:3, which means only three out of each ten candidates were chosen! After the wretched announcement of the final results, I slipped to the toilet quickly without being noticed and silently cried inside.

The tension was kinda unbearable for me at that moment. I couldn't stand it at all. I thought I really did something that I really cared in my 13 years of living on this Earth. I normally didn't give a damn if I failed in anything that I was not interested in. (Save the exams, because they're important anyway) Besides, I always try to be tough subconsciously. I just don't cry in front of anyone else, including my family and friends. I tend to keep whatever that upsets me bottled up in my heart. In my opinion, I rather don't open up to people and spill out all my feelings. I would think of myself very weak, fail and useless if they knew all about that and they tried to console me. I thought, if I were to cry, then cry somewhere no one would see. I even perceived some of the consolations as a form of mocking. I… just don't want to feel useless.

After some silent crying and muffled sobbing, I felt much better. What a way to release stress. When I was about to come out of the toilet, I suddenly had the urge to retreat back into there again: I had to, eh, clear out the anus, if you know what I mean… -_-'

In the next few days and weeks, I had the opportunity to tag along with my seniors when they were carrying out their duties. We could observe how they mark the attendance before class, maintain order and raise the flags during assemblies and marching training. If we're lucky, we could even witness a spot check.

A few months later, we're divided into our respective counter crime groups. I had chosen the number '27'. (P.S. There are 36 groups in total, with 6 groups in each grade.) I walked to the place as instructed and waited patiently.

No sooner, a lean boy a little shorter than me approached. He had slate-colored hair and his bangs cascaded before his right part of the face, obscuring his right eye from sight. He had cobalt blue eyes that seemed cold. He only nodded curtly when our eyes met and he stood beside me, a bit far away. I nodded back in acknowledgement. I peeked at his name tag without being noticed. It read: "Trainee Prefect, Zexion Illusione (Latin for 'illusion'), Class K1B". (I was in Class K1F at that time)

We didn't even smile, let alone speak, even greetings were not spoken. OK… The situation was becoming tenser here… Awkward. After a while, two blonde boys headed towards us. One blonde had a wind-swept hair and sapphire blue eyes. He looked kind of awkward, guess that I was not the only one who felt the tense atmosphere. The other sandy blonde was taller than the former. His hairstyle was between that of a mullet and a Mohawk. It's a little weird… But his sea-green eyes were good-looking, though. The shorter blonde only stared at us briefly and stood beside Zexion, also a little far away. The latter smiled warmly at us and hummed an unknown tune to himself while waiting for the last unknown member. Again, I peeked at their name tags. The shorter blonde was Roxas Lychnus (Latin for 'light'), K1G; the taller blonde was Demyx Oceanus (Latin for 'ocean'), K1D.

We all were anticipating our final member of the group. Who would it be? Then again, time was impatient this time…

The last one finally made his way towards the four of us. The newcomer had a distinctive red hair. He was the tallest among us and he had a well-built body. His eyes were light green (kind of like poison?) and had these two tiny upside down triangular birthmarks under his eyes. He looked a bit scary to me. Cold sweats seep out of my palm slowly. Check the tag: "Axel Ignis (Latin for 'fire'), K1C". Okaaaay… Did the gods hate me? Why did I get stuck in a group with four boys and I was the only female? That was my first thought when all of us were there.

We were having a staring competition. Some of us avoided eye contact while some of us let our sights to stop on the other one a while before breaking away. THAT WAS FREAKING AWKWARD!

But, Mr. Saix said that that was only a grouping, not the real establishment. We could meet our future partners. Then again, if we couldn't pass the marching test next year or the training, it's all done for. Everything we sacrificed just during our time as trainees (which left us little time to study and stuff) were wasted.

Therefore, every one of us was subjected to great pressure, it's kind of impossible to see smiles. If we managed to be promoted, the tension's all gone for good. And that means all the randomness concealed under that cold mask would break free.

The following days were like living hell. Besides marching every day, we had to undergo inhumane training. What do I mean "inhumane" you ask? Well, because we had to be trained to put on a poker face no matter what the situation is. The seniors would let us do our own work and they purposely joked loudly beside us! What's worse, the jokes were totally hilarious! They even used one of the many joke files by Dane Cook to train us! (He's that funny, I almost died of laughter when I saw them on YouTube) Despite the hilarity whatsoever, we still had to remain emotionless. I guess the purpose was to train us to be serious when dealing with people that joked to prevent themselves to be caught.

Holy Bananas! I could endure any crap they put me through but THIS?! NO. The problem was I tend to laugh out loud at any jokes until I was dying on the floor. That was simply TORTURE to me. Every time I would keep the entire sudden burst of laughter inside my poor thoracic cavity, and when the training session was finished, I would rush to the toilet and LMAO till I was out of breath. That was unbearable!

Actually, the prefects had undergone even crazier and more brutal training than mine. Yikes, someone would have died because of this! Fortunately, this emotionless mask was only needed during our duty. We can laugh our heads off for the rest of the time if we want. (What the crap…)

In my memory, being a trainee was still OK, but sometimes it got really bitter and scary. Those dark sides included the scolding from the seniors without apparent reason and the terrifying marching test. Once there were a few whom I considered as unfortunate being yelled at. From what I had known, they didn't even know what they had done wrong. They just stood there, bearing the pain and unreasonable reprimand. Their eyes were brimming with unseen tears when they left the scene. I shivered at the sight of it. Until now I still regretted for passing by and witnessing that. Sometimes I thought to myself: You wouldn't even know how you died.

After a year, I moved to the 8th Grade. The pressure didn't decrease nevertheless. The marching test on March was the most essential part. It's now or never. The good part of being a helper prefect was that the difficulty of the test was lower than that of the prefects. In terms of complexity, that is.

On the first day of school, guess who sat beside me? It's Zexion, one of my partners of our group! Yikes, when I looked around, Roxas, Demyx and Axel were around me too! What a coincidence.

Not much tension could be detected in class; at least I could see the priceless smiles on our faces. But, the question is, could we pass the final test? Answer: Unknown.

The day before the marching test, all trainees were divided into small groups and went for a sleepover at one of the trainee's house that was near the school. Two reasons: 1) We didn't want to be late; 2) We could motivate each other. Of course, me, Roxas, Axel and Demyx decided to go to Zexion's house which was near the school. But in reality... except the first hour or so, all of us were doing some random stuff that was not related to the test! I even had the nerve to borrow one of Zexion's books to read for the rest of the night! Demyx even played his sitar and Zexion threw his notebook at him for making such noises. Axel and Roxas were playing Kingdom Hearts Re: Chain of Memories on the PS2 they brought. They used Zexion's mini television in his bedroom to play. He he…

The test was even more crazy and inhumane than the training! Everything was strict to the core. The sun was blazing that morning and all of us were suffering while the morning was in its glory. How ironic.

It took a few painful hours of waiting for the final results. Then the Head Prefect came out of the meeting room, announcing the results that determine the fate of all trainees. I paid attention and what I heard was -

"Nemixiljix. Passed." HOLY BANANAS! OH MY GOD! I FREAKING PASSED THE TEST! YEAH! Yes! Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes...! (This was not written in the previous chapters so this is like a complementary)

The test was scary. Beneath the sun, everyone was sweating profusely like melting ice. If the weather wasn't hot enough to vaporize the water to steam, I bet the marching venue would have overflowed with sweat! Yikes!

Forget it! The memories later were nothing better than above! I'll just skip them for good! [Recall ends. Wow. What a long recall that is.]

Without knowing, my work was done. Out of boredom, I went around to see if there's work to do. Let's just say that I was preoccupied for the next ten minutes and I didn't remember what I did...

Finally, the time had arrived. I waited for Zexion, Roxas, Demyx and Axel and then we were grouped into troops, ready for the promotion ceremony. We waited outside the left wing of the hall. We were very anxious and excited. We didn't even pay any attention to what the seniors were blabbering in the front.

Axel seemed very attentive, but his eyes betrayed him. There was boredom in his green eyes. He was impatient after all. Roxas and Demyx were surprisingly calm. Except that Demyx was fumbling with his hands and shifted awkwardly from time to time, everything seemed fine. I couldn't blame them, I was nervous too. Our seniors were still blabbering at the front, although they were a little boring, we didn't do anything against them.

About 1:20 p.m., I could hear the footsteps and talking inside the hall. Also, there was pop music, broadcasted by the Resource Center of the school.

Until now, I still didn't get why they use pop music. (I know. This is a stupid question) I was not very interested in pop songs. No, I was not very interested in singers to be precise.

It's hard to find someone like me. (Not even Zexion, Roxas, Demyx and Axel) Well, everyone in this world make singers, models, actors and so on as their idols. I was like an alien to my classmates (also in the real world). Even so, I was not that alone, I still have friends that were willing to accept me and my different personality. But, hey, I didn't have the singers etc. as my idols. But I liked to watch the stars and looking for constellations in the night sky. This was one of my many interests. I once considered pursuing a course on Astronomy, but everyone just scoffed and said that was stupid. Did you feel like having your own dreams (even though it was unrealistic) looked down and humiliated by some idiots?

I didn't want my interest to be humiliated.

No time to talk among us now, we're almost there to the stage. My heart's gonna pop out from my chest. I looked at Zexion, he also averted his gaze to mine. His expression told me that he was as nervous.

(*Authoress comes in* Hey! Wait! He he, was it too relaxing before your promotion? No way, I must create a small problem... He he… 8D) Just then, a senior prefect appeared in a rush. He said: "This is bad! The script is gone! And the speaker had left early due to gastric pain!"

"What?!" All of the prefects and prefects-to-be turned around and stared at him. We were shocked. Hundreds of eyes (If glasses were included) landed on him and his anxiety worsened.

"What to do?"

"We can… find a replacement."

"But the script is gone! Who can speak without a script?"

"But… What now?!"

While the seniors were panicking, the five of us engaged in a brief eye contact and moved to a corner stealthily. We discussed in whispers.

"What don't we… (bla-bla-bla) You go and… (bla-bla-bla)"

"Will it work?"

"What if they don't want to accept it?"

"Any better ideas? This is all I got!"

"Then the speaker?"

"Find a… (bla-bla-bla) and… (bla-bla-bla)"

"OK, fine."

"Why don't you go and suggest it?"

"Why me?"

"Just try it and see. I believe you know the word 'glossophobia' very well."

"Fine then…"

Five minutes later, we ended our discussion. Zexion walked towards the seniors and proposed our plan. But I never thought they would accept it without even contemplating! Whoa, panic-stricken, were they?

Five of us were assigned to do the job. Let's pretend this was the final training. Zexion gave out the orders: Demyx, search for the replacement; I do the preparation; Axel, stay here and wait for the next order; Roxas, do the disguising job and he himself would wait and for the next order.

I sneaked past random people and arrived at the Prefects' Meeting Room. I took out an extra coat and a prefect's uniform and I smuggled a name tag. (SMUGGLE?! Nah, it wasn't. I just found that on the floor…) The name tag was blank, guess that was the imperfect one and they just discarded it. I wrote the name of the Head Prefect down on a piece of white sticker I found. Then, I pasted it on the blank name tag. My job's done, now it's just to wait for Demyx.

Meanwhile, Demyx arrived at S5A, the best class in the school. He found some students were staying back and revising in a study group. "That's great," he thought. He put on a coat as a disguise and walked into the classroom.

Demyx said: "Sorry to interrupt, but Miss _, the principal wishes to see you in his office. Please come with me." (I'm gonna use an unknown again) P stood up and exited the classroom with Demyx.

On the way, Demyx said: "You must keep this as a secret. I'm Myde from the Board of Prefects. I need your cooperation. Is that okay with you?" "Oh… OK, let's go." Halfway through the plan!

Roxas got the things ready: a disguise mask. Axel was leaning on a nearby wall waiting for Demyx. What took him so long? He's not that slow, is he?! We were practically dancing ago-go panic style in here, and he had the nerve to take his own sweet time?!

When Demyx finally came back, I ushered the replacement to change into the uniform. Whoa! This replacement was already a look-alike of the Head Prefect, after she changed into the uniform, she looked just like her! Well howdy do.

Roxas put on the disguise mask onto her face, in case someone saw the difference. She was like a clone. Axel took over the next part by giving mission briefings to the "Head Prefect". He told her about the rules, how the ceremony would go and what she should do accordingly and all that jazz.

Wow. I couldn't believe that Axel actually was a stickler of the rules. I reckoned that the junior he would be teaching later would be successful, but in two resolutions: either very good or very bad! The good thing was that person would be as brave, responsible and decisive like him (I hope); while the bad thing was, that person would be overly brave: dare to challenge the people he or she shouldn't mess with! Yikes.

Time is running out, we're racing against time but we did it. Everything's set. Wish us luck.

After singing the national anthem, the state anthem and all that, the principal delivered his speech. Here's the first climax!

"A very good morning to the principal, Mr. Xemnas, … (Blah Blah Blah! The text was waaaay too long to read and understand, since the person was a champion in the International Speech Delivering Contest and used big words. If not envy, one would feel self-abased. Let's skip it then)

Holy Crap! HOLY CRAP! Our crazy plan worked! I could hear people clapping their hands while the speech was delivered. I thought there would be fireworks, too! Oh my gosh…

The prefects-to-be outside were like dropping anime sweats. We just tried to look like as innocent as possible. That was waaaaay off the chain!

"... (bla-bla-bla) That's all. Thank you." Finally it's over! We're going up the stage now! I was nervous. The door opened before us and we walked in lines. There were three lines in total and one by one, we were call upon the stage to receive our respective neckties, badges and name tags.

Our names were called by alphabetical order. The real prefects went first. "Axel Ignis." Five minutes later... "Demyx Oceanus." Ten minutes later... "Roxas Lychnus." Ten more minutes later... "Zexion Illusione."

... HELLO?! I was about to turn into a fossil here! Are we there yet?! (This was only the inward complaint; I dared not shout it out loud, not at a time like this…)

"Nemixiljix Silva." (Latin for "forest", since my surname represents forest) Oh yeah finally! I walked kind of nervously and received my stuff from the principal and back to the line.

Whoo! I did it!

After the ceremony, we headed outside. While they were not looking, the five of us high-fived each other. Yes! We were then assigned to our own duties. I stood at the back of the hall and maintained the discipline. My life as a helper prefect started…

~ CHAPTER 4 FIN ~

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N: Wow. That took a long time! Sorry to keep you guys waiting! I had trouble with the translating again! The next few chapters are gonna be really long to finish translating, so it may take me a while to finish the job. What do you think of the story so far? Thank you for reading this! Bye bye!