dropped

After wrapping up my classes, I made a beeline for the uppermost floors of Elysyphel's main building, where the Student Council held court alongside other formidable authorities.

To put it bluntly, it was the nerve center of all things annoying, where those in power seemed to take delight in getting under the skin of us, the noble and modest students.

I couldn't stand the sanctimonious class representatives who pretended to care about everyone. Who were they kidding, anyway?

Unsurprisingly, the Student Council office stood out like a sore thumb. Bold letters spelling out "Student Council" adorned the grand white doors, impossible to overlook.

Time to reclaim my Flymes.