Mike tucked into his lunch eagerly, exceedingly relieved to have a break. Exams, even when you purposefully fail them, are pretty exhausting.

A breeze zipped through their group, the classroom roof was exquisitely beautiful today, the splendid sunshine and casual breezed only marred by Harry and Fred's extended discussion.

"How much longer must I endure this?" Harry moaned. "I feel like I've been in a professional wrestling match. Can't we switch out with other members?"

Winnie munched her p, b, and j thoughtfully. "But Richie and TK both look to heavy to me… and you're just really aerodynamic."

"Don't base my fate off of my body type! And, and, it may work now, but like you said, people will get used to it soon enough. 'Oh, it's just Harry blasting into the ceiling again, what a silly boy.' I thought you were my friend!"

"That's why I'm mixing up the rocket paths. Didn't you notice how you spun like a drill on the last flight? I'm one of your oldest friends," Fred confirmed. "Why do you think you're doing this?"

Luke was still silent, tears cutting paths down his red face. But he was eating, gulping down potato chips as if he was starving. They viewed that as a good sign.

The shirtless Elliot regarded Harry, considering his dilemma. "Well… I think my distraction would definitely work if I took off my pants as well."

"They're starting to spread," Winnie hissed with snakelike satisfaction. Mission Total-burnout has ended successfully, with each and every test being replaced with one full of ridiculous, insincere answers. Now they were back at HQ.

"Rumors," she continued, "that the Student Body President bombed each and every one of her tests. And, not only that, but she didn't take any of them seriously, turning in loads of joke answers, mocking our school."

"It's true," Julie whistled. "Gloria was really excited about it."

Richie the fifth raised his eyebrows. Jake swore, leaning on his halberd in confusion. "Just what did you guys get up to?"

"Well, at the end of it, I went rocketing up, flew around the room, and then hurtled out the window," Harry described graphically, illustrating his fall with a flailing hand.

"The teachers here are just like the ones in real life," Winnie continued eagerly. "How do you think they are going to react to the Student Body President making a mockery of the testing system? She's the one who sets an example for the rest!"

Mike just sat on the couch, looking at his feet.

The next day on the way to the cafeteria, Mike was quieter than usual. And so, when all the others skittered onward, he noticed what was occurring down the side hallway. Silently, he went to investigate.

Angel was surrounded by her coworkers, the other members of student council. They seemed to be arguing fervently about something, outside their meeting room.

"-simply disgraceful," Mike caught the tallest one, Albert, snarling. "It's a blemish on our whole school."

One of the boys, unique in the fact that he possessed a GirlDeMo bracelet around his wrist, was pawing Angel anxiously. "Come on, President Robinson, you have to have some explanation! I know you, there has to be some mistake."

Angel only gazed at him. "I do not know, Kyle. They are what they are. I must accept my performance."

A girl spoke next, smacking on her gum busily. She didn't seem terribly concerned with any of the proceedings. "Like, I don't get how you failed everything, Prez. I mean, you studied like every day. You must be really stupid."

Angel blinked. "I must accept what is. I cannot take back my mistakes, Tiffany. I must own up to my errors."

Even though she was as cryptic as usual, Mike, watching from afar, was sure he felt something from her. She was miserable, he knew it. She looked hurt.

"It's all pointless speculation now," Albert was sneering. "We all know what will come- Hey, just what do you think you're doing, student?"

Mike brushed past him without even acknowledging the student body vice president. "Hey, Angel- I mean, Student Body President, I mean…" he stopped in front of her, stuttering. She crossed her pale, petite hands in front of her.

"Miss Robinson… Are you okay? Is anything wrong?"

You jerk, he thought, flinching. You know exactly what's wrong with her, you caused it.

But she only smiled. Reaching out, she patted him, only able to reach his arm. "I'm fine, Mr. Carter. Nothing is the matter. Now, I believe the lunch period is finishing, you should go get something to eat."

The day after, an assembly was called.

Mike and the other Battlefront member watched from the stands at the top of the gym, separated from the rest of the school milling about below. On stage, the principal stood, Angel and a few of the other student council members beside him. Mike couldn't help but wonder where the principal held his digs, since his entrance to his office was denied by the appearance of a massive hammer anytime someone touched the doorknob without the password.

"What the hell could this be about," Emmanuel asked in a low voice, leaning against a wall. Fred only smiled.

"Eh-he-herm…" the principal coughed, his fluffy white beard ruffling as he cleared his throat. "Eh-hem. Students of Elihu the Young Acadamy, we have called you here to address a change in your governing staff. Effective immediately, Emily Robinson has decided to temporarily step down from her post as Student Body President. Our current vice present, Albert Lecher, will be stepping up to fill the void, as acting Student Body President."

Albert smiled nobly as he stepped to stand beside the principal. 'It will be an honor, to take on the prestigious post and weighty burden, of leading you all. I shall do so with intelligence and integrity."

"Thank you, Mr. Lecher," the principal replied. "Now, if we could all have a round of applause for Miss Robinson, for all that she had done for this school."

The applause, when it came, was lukewarm and splotchy. It's amazing, Mike thought with a sickening feeling. It's amazing how much damage one rumor can do to how people see you.

There was one bout of strong applause, however. High above the students was the loudest clapping.

Winnie grinned as she clapped. "So, God's angel has lost her position. She didn't resign, make no mistake. Angel was fired. Let's see if she can stop us, when according to the very rules she upholds, she is no better than us. We complete Operation: Tornado, tonight."