A Cursed Love

IV

When I see Nesa walk into class the next day, we start the newest operation. As she heads down the aisle to her seat, Jasmine gently slips an object into her back pocket. As the teacher drones on, we all wait in anticipation for the final outcome.

Class finally comes to an end, and a struggling appearance comes across the the new girl's face. As we all file out the classroom, 'Nesa stays in her seat and doesn't try to get up.

As the group arrives into the room, laughter is apparent on all our faces.

"See, I told you that would be a good idea." Jasmine looks at me with a look of pride on her face, happy that her plan worked.

"I agree that was a nice idea, but common pranks won't get her out the school. Only talking will."

"Forget talking," another member of our group shouts out. "We just need to come together and force her out."

"You guys can debate all you want, but there is one thing we can all agree on," one of the female members stands up to have her voice heard. "We can all agree that I did a good job installing that magnet under her chair last night."

"Your right," Jasmine agrees with her. "I also did a good job slipping the other one in her pocket."

"When do you think she will be able to get up," some other member asks.

"That is an industrial magnet I got from my dad's job," the magnet planter continues. "There's no way she is getting up until that hour is over."

"Okay everyone, calm down." Standing up I reinforce my power, "Jasmine, that was a good prank you came up with but again, if we want to get her out of this school. We have to be more straightforward. That is why I'm am going to put my foot down and seriously take control this time; our next step is to petition her out. I want all of you to ask everyone in your class to sign these papers to get her out the school." Handing out the petitions, I continue my instructions. "Juniors and Seniors, I want you guys to focus on your year especially. If they don't already know who she is, let them know and tell them that we need her out. Does everyone understand the instructions?"

One of the female members questions my idea, "and how will this petition work. Even if we managed to get the whole school to sign, the principal won't expel the girl simply because we want her gone; he would need a justifiable cause."

"I already have that part planned out, you concentrate on getting the petitions, and I will focus on using them." As I head out the room I dismiss the rest of the group, "we will all meet again at the end of the week. I hope to see those papers filled."

As the rest of the week lingered on, it was mostly consumed with gaining signatures for the petition. It was easy to get support from the lower classmen, as they knew the girl's reputation and what power she held; the struggle was the upperclassmen, as many knew little to nothing. Skeptical of my story, most were reluctant to sign until they were shown the newspaper clipping, as our only tangible evidence.

There were a couple of close calls where we were almost busted by the teachers. The scariest one was where a teacher walked in while a student was having signatures signed. The only way that we were able to get out of it was due to the fact that the student had a middle page out and not the cover. Without it, we were able to convince the teacher we were just trying to get new snacks added to the vending machines.

When the week finally came to a close, we all assemble back in the meeting room to combine signatures. I was thrilled to see how many signatures we were able to get. We were well received by the underclassmen gaining all of their votes; we even managed to get over half of the upperclassmen votes.