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reputation. being compared to others really did drive you crazy. especially, if it was a rival youre being compared too.
you grew up in a not so wealthy life. your dad left when you were young, leaving you and your mom, taking almost everything with him. which now, you can barely pay rent on time every month. in this situation, you had to work a job to help out financially. you needed a good paying job...
"good afternoon, masters!" you said with a high-pitched voice. you hated everything about the job you currently had. "right this way!" you said as you lead them to a two-seater. "what can i get you two to drink?" you asked as you pulled out a notepad. "2 coffees, please." they asked with a faint blush. "alright, coming in a couple, masters!" you faked a smile until you entered the employees only room. you groaned. "i fucking HATE this job," you slouched down on the lounge chair while your best friend, amelie, changed into her comfy clothing. "atleast, it pays well. i hate customers looking up my skirt and shit." amelie rolls her eyes. "that one is for sure." you said as you took off the tight maid dress.
you worked at a maid cafe. you despised the ridiculous clothing and themes, but it was a good paying job for someone your age. it could get you and your mom buy with food and some money for savings. you also, needed to save up money for college. it wasnt going to be easy to get into the college of your dreams in your financial state right now.
"im gonna head out," you called out to your boss. "alright, get home safe!" she said before you closed the back door. you sighed of relief. you adjusted acc the baseball hat that sat on top of your head. it was night out, but it was more than a disguise in any situation you'd run into someone you knew.
"y/n!" your mom called out. "hey, mom." you said hanging your sweater and hat. "how was work?" she asked as she displayed a plate of food on the dinner table for you. "just like every other day," you said as you sighed. "i told you all ready, you don't have to work. i was offered a night shift at the hospital so ill take it." she explained, her back facing you. "what! your kidding, right?" you said standing up, clenching your fists. "no, i want to take it, you should focus on your studies." she said as she looked down. "mom, you need to rest. you are working way too hard. and the cafe is going to give us a raise in our next pay check anyway. i will take care of it, dont worry." you said as you hugged your mother. your mom had developed dark circles under her eyes because of her lack of sleep. she gets home late and gets up early. you didnt want your mom to work all the time. it was important that she'd take some time for herself once in awhile.
"if you say so, love." she said embracing you back. "now, get some rest." you said and patted her on the back. "thank you, y/n." she smiled tiredly as she headed to her room. you sighed and began to give your thanks for the food.
"put it away, y/n is coming!" you heard from your left. you bring your attention to the classroom full of boys hovering over what seemed to be a magazine. "what are you guys doing?" you said as you crossed your arms at the doorway. "studying, president." someone spook up. you began to walk up to the desk. someone snatched the magazine before you could look at it. "that doesn't seem like studying to me, give it." you put your hand out and glared at the one who hid it. he nervously revealed the porno magazine and hand it to you. you flipped through the pages and nothing more but censory. you sighed disappointedly. "the more i try to take these away from you boys, you never seem to obey." you rubbed your templates. the boys looked scared, waiting for their punishment. "what are you waiting for? go to class!" you exclaimed.
you were also, the nekoma high student president. before you were nominated as president, the school was a junkyard. porno magazines, people started getting extreme piercings, hair dying. you didn't like how others thought of your school. crummy, filthy, unpleasant. the reason behind it was 80% of the school were boys. girls started transferring due to those problems and you wanted to change the schools reputation. after becoming president, youd started to make strict rules. hair dye? dye it back. piercings? take them out or you will. harassing girls, porno? detention. they were simple rules, but if applied, would change the school a lot. as you were a third year, you were scared that the school will fall apart again, the holy and pleasant school you dreamed of would become disheveled again.
