Jennie liked going to school.
She was smart and enjoyed learning.
She loved her work as a student representative, the thought that she could help to shape and improve her school. It was also a unique opportunity to gain some experience for the future when she would run her parents' company.
Last but not least, she also enjoyed her popularity.
The students' attention as she walked through the hallways.
The looks of the people who recognized her without her having the slightest idea who the people were.At this school, Jennie was not only a celebrity, she was at the top.
And that's exactly what she wanted to use.
In her time as student representative, she wanted to change the school, to make a name for herself that would not be forgotten even after her departure.School was a smaller version of real life, a real-life simulator where you could practice who you wanted to be.
And Jennie already knew she wanted to be at the top.
In the real-life simulator, she had to learn to deal with her problems and obstacles.At least that's how Jisoo explained it. She seriously saw the school as a playground to let off steam.
"Jendeukie, no idiot will remember who we were in school in 10 years. Nobody cares what we're doing here, so we shouldn't mince our words.",
her closest friend had explained as she put notes in the hallways on her third day at school, criticizing everything there was to criticize.
Especially her, in Jisoo's eyes, incompetent, old, lazy biology teacher, who looked a little too conspicuously into the neckline of the young girls and scratched his crotch a little too often.
It should be emphasized that only one lesson with him had been enough for Jisoo to complain about him.In fact, this action had been Jennie's inspiration to become a student representative.
Although Jisoo kept telling her that it had been a mistake, she always bragged to others that she had made Jennie the most powerful person in the school.
Maybe apart from the principal, and some senior teachers.And Jennie didn't just want to hold onto that position.
She wanted to expand it, through the school's social media account, and wipe out her enemies and other obstacles.One of her enemies was her antifan account on Instagram.
The account only had 47 followers, but Jennie also wanted to keep an eye on the small danger before it would expand unexpectedly.
The account always commented negatively on the school's posts about Jennie, and occasionally posted stuff against Jennie, they also recently started posting photos of her in the hallway if, for once, she did not smile absolutely friendly.
It was honestly creepy, and Jennie felt persecuted in the school corridors by now.However, the still small account was not Jennies main problem.
Her main problem was Lisa.
Lalisa Manobal.
The tall, dark-haired Thai-girl with bangs and wolf cut, and a birthmark under her left eye.
Her big innocent eyes deceived that this girl was the devil.
In her first year, she had beaten up at least three guys and got away with it.
There was no evidence, no witnesses.
And yet everyone knew what had happened. The last boy had to go to the hospital, and yet he had never dared to confess what she did.
In addition, Lisa was prone to vandalism.And Jennie hated it like the plague as Lisa provoked her.
With her derogatory looks.
How she ironically called Jennie 'Princess'.
And always tried to justify all of Jennie's success with wealth.
It was bringing her to despair, it drove Jennie absolutely crazy.
Yes. She was lucky, of course. But all her academic success was the result of hard work and competence, and she did not want to be reduced to her parents' success.Long story short, Lisa endangered the peaceful coexistence at school.
It would be better if she finally got caught and kicked out.
And that was Jennie's goal.
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