Fifty Three

Nova

The editorial team and leaders of the school's literary and press society gathered at the school hall, preparing for our social night, setting the venue and discussing the activities for the event.

Tracy, the vice president who vowed to never let me rest and determined to challenge every idea I brought up and frustrated the hell out of me.

As usual, I took several breaths, remaining composed and pretending that she was nothing more than a botfly.

"I think it would be great to have the matron and some house mistresses attend the social night. The last time we didn't involve them, they sent us back to the dorms after lights out."

Tracy crossed her arms and shook her head. "No way, Nova. That's way too boring. Think of something else."

I raised an eyebrow, trying my possible best to stay calm and not explode. My mum taught me the best trick to disarm troublemakers.

"Tracy, we've already discussed this. We can't keep going back and forth."

Tracy scoffed and countered me, "N