Charis
My eyes widened with shock at the nomination.
I whipped around to look at Phil, who wore a satisfied smile that made my stomach churn.
This was a trap. Phil's apology had been fake; this was a way to bully me. Being Class Alpha would give them access to me no matter how much I try to deny it.
The student who had seconded the nomination—a tall boy with sandy hair, I vaguely recognised from orientation—gave me an encouraging nod that felt more like a death sentence.
Panic clawed at my throat as I turned back to the form mistress and desperately raised my hand.
Janet rolled her eyes, not bothering to hide her irritation. "What?"
"I—I don't want to be nominated," I stammered. "I don't have what it takes to be a leader. I'm not qualified for this kind of responsibility. I'm just…I'm not good enough for something this important."
