Tuesday, Nov 18
Today the teacher announced we'd be voting for a new class monitor, and suddenly my class turned into a full political battlefield.
People were shaking hands, whispering promises, acting like they were running for president.
I even saw someone passing out campaign stickers… made from masking tape.
Peak professionalism.
Danny promised free bubblegum if we voted for him.
He even held up one pack like he was showing a holy artifact.
Isabella said she'd "keep order," which basically means she'd keep ME in check like some personal bodyguard/warden combination.
Oscar promised we could copy his homework—honestly, the most realistic campaign promise so far.
Then Bella stood up with the confidence of someone who owns three lions, and said,
"I'll make class more fun and creative!"
She turned around and drew a GIANT smiley face on the board.
THE CLASS LOST THEIR MINDS.
Clapping. Cheering. Someone even whistled.
Over a smiley face.
And guess what?
Bella won by a landslide so big even politicians would cry.
Isabella came second and looked like she wanted to sue the entire class for emotional damages.
Danny got three votes—two from himself (I don't want to talk about it) and one from me because he bribed me with half a cookie.
Don't judge. It was chocolate chip.
At first, I thought Bella being class monitor wasn't so bad.
Then she gave her first command:
"KARAOKE SESSION!"
She gave her second command:
"NO MATH TODAY!"
The class exploded with excitement.
People were singing off-key like sick pigeons.
Erasers were flying through the air like confetti.
Danny was doing a dance that SHOULD be illegal.
Oscar was playing the desk like a drum.
It was chaos. Absolute chaos.
That's when the teacher walked in.
Her face said, "I regret becoming an educator."
Guess who got detention?
ALL OF US.
The entire class.
Even innocent people.
Except Bella, because apparently she "has leadership qualities."
Meanwhile, my only leadership quality is leading myself into trouble.
Later, I FINALLY confirmed Bella actually knows karate.
Dylan—the school's biggest bully and my No. 1 life hazard—tried to scare her.
She didn't even blink.
Next thing I knew, Dylan was in the air doing a full spin like a confused helicopter.
Then he landed on the floor, questioning life decisions.
The principal didn't punish her.
No.
He said she showed "strength and courage."
Meanwhile, I get in trouble for breathing too loudly in class.
School is rigged.
---
Thursday, Nov 19
Our math teacher, Mrs. Brittany, walked in with a giant smile.
And not the "I baked cookies" smile.
The "I'm about to destroy your happiness" smile.
"Books away," she said. "Pop quiz."
The entire class gasped like we'd just been sentenced to life in prison.
Oscar tried to hide his calculator under the desk like some undercover spy.
Danny put his head down and whispered, "Tell my family I love them."
Bella wrote "MATH IS EVIL" at the top of her paper.
I felt that in my soul.
Isabella wasn't stressed. She only said,
"I studied with you, remember?"
I didn't remember because my brain was busy melting under pressure.
When the results came out, Mrs. Brittany said:
"We have two highest scorers."
Everyone turned like we were in a drama movie.
She called out:
"Isabella… and Hector."
The entire class stared at us like we were some secret nerd duo.
Danny whispered,
"Are you guys… like… the Math Avengers?"
I didn't deny anything.
For once, I actually felt like a responsible human being.