POV: Jordan

There was no fear when I walked through the administration office. No fear when I stood where Brittney had ripped out a tooth. Replaying the scenes in my head, having them be erased with one swift head shake and a raised chin. Nothing was going to stop me from what I needed to do. Not Brittney, not the principal, no one. I was going to walk into Mrs. Baker's room, slam my hands on the table, and tell her my plans for the school. There was no way she was going to say no, no possible way she could say no. I was going to be too convincing, too meticulous with my methods. This school needed a new change in leadership, a new change in everything. I was going to be that change, no matter what. I wouldn't care if Brittney came after me, I wouldn't care if the whole world shut me out. I was going to speak up, I was going to say the words the world needed to hear.

I opened her door with the paper in my hand. She looked up at me with those brown eyes, with that brown fur. "Mrs. Baker," I said, confidence rising in each step I took towards her desk.

"Yes Jordan?" she said, pressing her fingers to her lips and moving back in her chair.

I slid the paper over onto her desk and she caught it with her hand, reading over each word very carefully. "And how do you propose you're going to enact this new plan with Brittney scurrying about?"

"It doesn't matter what Brittney says or does, I'm going to make it happen."

Mrs. Baker sighed, then smiled. "Finally, let's get this started."

I sat down in the chair, staring at her intently, she did the same. Both of us leveling out the playing field, wondering if what I proposed was actually going to happen, if Mrs. Baker was willing to give it her all. I knew I was, I was willing to sacrifice everything. It was all for the better of this world, for the better of Alex. So that no animal had to suffer like he did. So no animal was subjected to torment and hatred just because of the animal they were born as.

Mrs. Baker looked away and pulled out a form from her drawer, closing it silently and peering at the cameras in the back of the room. "A carnivore has never applied for this position before. It's allowed, but because of Brittney, well, I think you get the picture."

I eagerly took the pen she handed to me and filled out the form, barely taking the time to read the fine print. I just didn't care anymore, even if I had to sign my name in blood, I was going to make a difference.

Mrs. Baker took the form, reading it over and nodding with a sly smile. "Well, it seems Brittney is going to have some competition this year. You think you're up for the challenge?"

I stared at her, my expression pure hate for Brittney and pure motivation to destroy the herbivore dominated society. "I'm willing to do anything."

"With Brittney at the top of school, you're going to have to be willing to do anything. I can't say this is going to be easy. You need to be willing to break rules, to break norms. You need to be willing to bring her to her knees," Mrs. Baker said, resting her elbows on the table. Normally, her filed claws were neat and lady-like. But now, they looked ready to kill, so were mine.

"Whatever it takes. This school needs to know-no-the carnivores need to know that someone is on their side. I'm willing to do whatever it takes, but some things I just won't do." Mrs. Baker nodded understandably.

Mrs. Baker tapped her fingers against her snout and looked thoughtfully into the air. "So, this... plan. How do you want to go along with it."

"Well, first. I want to put posters around the school about mental health, not have them attached to my name. I just want the school to be aware of it. And second, I want the posters that display Alex's name and face removed. Nobody needs to be aware of what he did, I don't want to use him as a pawn for this."

"I don't blame you." She typed on her keyboard and fiddled around with the mouse. Another few more clicks on the keyboard and she pressed enter. "Alright, I sent an email to the Student council. All posters of Alex will be removed. You'll have to convince them to put the posters you want up." I gave her a confused look, my tail flicking in the air. I thought Brittney had all the power, I didn't even know Mrs. Baker was allowed to interfere.

"Allow me to explain," she said. "I have some power over the Student council. I can make them do tiny things, and ask them for small things. I don't have complete control like the principal or Brittney do, but I am allowed some powers within it. Of course, those have been minimized. I'm not allowed to suggest large changes, not allowed to scold them on actions they take. I'm basically a carnivore in a position of power, with no power whatsoever. But what I can control." She flipped over the form and showed me my signature. "Who's allowed to run against Brittney in the elections? This year is going to be one hell of a rollercoaster. A nobody carnivore, and the most popular, smarterst, most manipulative herbivore this school has to offer."

"A nobody? I can change that real quick." I stood up from my chair and smirked towards Mrs. Baker. "Brittney isn't going to know what hit her."

I was about to open the door, but Mrs. Baker stopped me. "Oh, by the way Jordan. I got permission to activate the Audio Visual club. You'll be pleased to hear that you are now the president. Good luck."

I swiftly turned on my heel. "What?! You actually got back?!"

"It wasn't easy, but I was able to make it work. Use it to your advantage."

"I will"

I began hanging up the posters Mom had made with me. They were simple mental health posters, basically telling you to watch out for signs and symptoms. I didn't want to go too crazy with them, I wanted to keep them simple since I knew the animals at our school didn't care much for reading. Either way, they were going to be the stepping stone to the whole ordeal. The whole ordeal where I was going to triumph over Brittney, I just needed to keep it subtle enough for a while, before she figured out. It was only a matter of time .

"Jordan, what are you doing?" Stephanie said coming up behind me as I was taping a poster to the wall.

"Nothing important, just something students should be wary about. We don't want another incident like Alex's to happen."

"Alex? Isn't that the wolf who almost killed himself? Your boyfriend? "

"He's not my boyfriend. And yes, he did almost kill himself." I hung up the last poster and crossed my arms. "What do you need?"

Stephanie shrugged. "I don't know, I just saw you hanging up those posters, so I got interested."

I couldn't tell Stephanie about what Mrs. Baker and I talked about. That needed to stay between us. Eventually Brittney would find out, but when she did, I would be ready.

I flicked my tail and started walking away. Stephanie walked beside me, trying to keep up with my pace. "Hey, chill out! Where are you going?"

"Audio visual club was reintroduced. So, I'm gonna go check out the room again. It's been awhile since I've been back there."

"Damn, forgot about that. Can I come?"

"Why not? You can help me clean up the room, it's going to be a mess anyway."

We walked through the hallways, students were already looking at the posters I had hung up. I smiled at them as we walked by, and we reached the audio visual room.

I opened the door with the key I had stuffed in my tight pockets and turned on the large spotlights. "Damn," Stephanie said, wandering around the room and looking at all the props and costumes we had.

"Oh, this? It's nothing like the theatre club. We're kinda just...watered down theatre, to make it easier on your pea sized brain." I smiled at her and she gave me an unamused look.

Nobody had been in the room since it was shut down a couple months ago. Dusts crowded every corner, even the ceiling fan. You could see it float in the spotlights and drift around the air. I thought about what would happen if I breathed them in, then realized we did that every day.

I went to the storage closet and took out two red brooms which we kept for cleaning the place up. I was usually always the one to clean up after everyone because everyone would leave right after we were done. I seemed to be the only animal in the club that really cared about it. It was an inclusive club, every species was allowed. And now that I was the president, I had full control over everything.

I gave the broom to Stephanie and she just stared at it. "What?" I said. "Haven't seen a broom before?" She rolled her eyes and began sweeping the floor, although she was doing a horrible job. She was just sweeping the dust into more dust. She didn't even use the dustpan to collect it, or try to put it in a pile. She just swept the dust into the air, and watched it fall to ground, only to do it again.

I grunted towards her, showing her how to sweep the floor. I swept the dust into a pile and swept it into the dustpan and dumped it in the trash bag I had. Stephanie blinked at me, then continued her horrible sweeping. "You're going to make a horrible housewife," I said sweeping the ground.

"I hate cleaning. I only came because I didn't have a good enough excuse to leave. So, now I'm stuck sweeping dirt and dust on a black floor, which I don't know if you can tell, makes it really hard to see."

"I can turn on the rest of the lights if you want," I said. I walked over to the light switches, which looked more like a giant electrical board. There were pieces of paper tape labeled to signify which light did what. Sometimes I still flicked on the wrong light.

I scanned my eyes over the paper and accidentally turned off the lights. "What the hell?" Stephanie said, dropping the broom in the darkness.

"Sorry." I found the right switch and turned on every light, which blinded both of us.

"Jesus!" Stephanie yelled. "Literal Jesus!" She waved her arms in the air, and kept her eyes closed. "Oh my God, he's coming, our lord and savior is coming!" Stephanie got on her knees and prayed, mumbling random words and smiling towards me.

"You're such a drama Queen," I said, turning off the high beams and finding a sharpie to rewrite the faded words on the paper tape. "This place needs a lot of cleaning up to do. It's so disorganized, wanna help?"

'Hell no!" Stephanie dropped the broom and raced out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

Total drama Queen.

I started cleaning alone. First I started sweeping the floor, which took like two hours, there was so much dust on the ground. Then I had to dust off the equipment and the lights, which I needed a ladder for and no one to spot check for me. Constant fear of falling over kept filling my head, and I tried to do it as quickly as possible. Once that was over, I began pre writing scripts for eventual skits I wanted to do, and PSA's that needed to be said. I was going to do whatever I needed to do, in reason.

I sat down on the black tiled floor, using a fan to cool me from the heat wave in the audio visual room. I drank four bottles of water, and I was downing my fifth one when Steven came into the room. "Thought I'd find you in here," he said. He looked around the room, shielding his eyes from the bright spotlights. "Wow, you really cleaned up here."

I stood up, wiping my hands on my white tank top which left brown finger streaks. "Sorry for the...attire, it just gets so hot in here."

Steven shrugged and wagged his tail. "Well, it's not like I'm into girls anyway-er-not that you're not cute!" He rubbed the back of his head, folding over his ears. "So, anyway, what's your plan with the Audio Visual club?"

"My plan? Hm, well I used to have one, but after thinking about it, I don't really know anymore."

"Maybe I could help you?"

"Sure, why not." I took out the scripts from the folder I had on the desk and sat on the floor, Steven sat down next to me and looked over my shoulder. I shoved his snout out of the way and spread the papers out onto the floor. "So my original plan was to use the Audio Visual club as a way to sort of...how do I put this...show the school how carnivores are being treated. Obviously they already know how they're being treated, but with this, I can use this to show that their voices are heard. That there's someone in this school who actually cares for them."

Steven shrugged his shoulders. "It's a dangerous game you're playing, with the Student Council and all, once they figure out you're doing this, they'll suspend it again."

"I'd like to see them try. I was able to run in the audition for Student Council president."

"W-what?! You're not even part of it! It's herbivores only! How?!"

I smirked at him. "Brittney has her ways, I have my own."

Steven laughed and smiled. "You're one twisted snow leopard, you know that?"

Being twisted meant I was like Brittney, and I never wanted to end up like her. Whatever happened to her in her life, it wasn't enough to justify her dictatorship over all of us. Even if she made our lives worse, not everyone in the world was like her. But everyone in this school was under her control, they would leave this school knowing how much the world hated them, when in actuality, they didn't.

My phone began to ring and I picked it up off the ground, Mom's name lit up the screen.

"Hello?" I said.

"Jordan? It's Alex."