Schooled!: Student President

Serene is tidying her classroom when Sheena slips in during break. The air thickens as Sheena leans close and murmurs that their earlier moment left her smiling. Instead of heating Serene, the words tighten her chest. They shouldn’t talk like that inside these walls—someone could be listening. Sheena’s grin fades just as the door swings open and Brooklyn strides in, school president in title alone. Reality bends around her. The two teachers trade quick, anxious glances. Brooklyn announces a routine inspection, eyes cool, voice steady. She asks what exactly was so ‘fun.’ Both women fumble weak excuses; Brooklyn isn’t convinced. She steps forward, lifts their hands one by one, and inhales the scent clinging to their fingers. Caught. They admit it: they played without her permission, rules broken. Brooklyn’s mouth tightens. She snaps an order and points to the front desk. Serene and Sheena bend over, skirts hiked, bare skin taut beneath the cool air. Brooklyn’s palm cracks across Serene’s left cheek, then Sheena’s right. Each slap lands sharp and exact, forcing soft cries that echo off the lockers. Brooklyn keeps the rhythm slow, deliberate, never hurried—each strike a reminder of who runs this school.